An orc daughter was born. The fact that I had a daughter was pretty shocking, but what really threw me for a loop was that she was an orc.
The reason was simple.
Female orcs didn't exist.
Well, actually they did. There were female orcs born at incredibly low odds, but their faces and bodies were, to put it bluntly, totally jacked-up orcs.
But Lancelot was different. Honestly, aside from her green skin, she was so gorgeous you could mistake her for a green elf. I left Lancelot's introduction to Gremory and went into an emergency meeting with my subordinates.
"Is she pretty?"
"...Honestly, I'm a little jealous."
"Her body's definitely built. ...More than mine."
Those tight abs and the lean muscle definition all over her body reminded me of a personal trainer who does PT and yoga. The kind of instructor that'd make you want to show up for sessions every single day.
But she's my daughter.
