The battle for the Emerald Plains was over, but the real victory wasn't found in the gold or the land. As the dust settled, the Orc General claimed her true prize.

She didn't care for the whispers of the defeated; she only had eyes for the white-haired warrior now held firmly in her arms. A kiss to seal the new alliance or perhaps, a new kind of surrender. In this world, the strongest don't just rule the kingdom; they choose who shares the throne.

In a world of magic and steel, would you fight for the crown or for the one holding it?