All characters involved are 18+.
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8.
It was late in the morning when Adam woke from his dreamless sleep. Warm sunlight poured through the cracks between the window blinds, casting bars of shadow along his naked body.
Sleeping naked was a habit he had picked up from Jen. She had
insisted
upon it, to his great bemusement. Because why would a man wear
clothes
to keep warm in bed when a woman could do the job much better? Being a young man, Adam couldn't find fault in that particular orcish custom.
But some orcish customs... Adam had learned how
disruptive
they could be.
Adam threw his legs over the side of the bed so that he sat upright. He stared off into space, frowning.
Disqualified.
Somewhere in his mind, in a hazy construct of the great hall back home, that word hung over his portrait on a gilded plaque. Right next to the words
Disappointment
and
Failure.
Adam shook his head, groaning. Was it frustration? Disgust? Adam couldn't tell. He knew the thought was absurd. His family wouldn't disown him for losing a tourney much less getting disqualified from one - especially since getting kicked out wasn't even his fault.
The Castermans were a proud, ancient house, this was true. But they didn't put so much value on trophies and medals and honors the way other Stakari houses did. They would never consider tossing their youngest aside... But that didn't stop Adam from feeling fear and doubt.
Every young man who ever lived feared being a disappointment to his family. And as the fourth son of his father's line, Adam had the unenviable position of being measured against his older brothers. Royce, Dane, and Garen, loving and supportive as they were, weren't simply his older brothers. They were
titans
, looming tall and casting their shadows over their baby brother.
His brothers had all been exceptional at the paths they chose. Military man, beast wrangler, and a bonafide wizard. All impressive and noble occupations. Of course Adam was happy for them. But his brothers had set some incredibly high standards. All through his youth, the youngest Casterman feared he would never measure up.
But then, in his teens, Adam discovered his passion for history. Stories of kings, warriors, tyrants, and heroes. Of great bloody battles and fallen cities. Of ferocious beasts and mighty slayers. Adam drank it all in like a man finding an oasis after wandering lost through the desert sands. Especially so for the history of his home, the Kingdom of Stakaria, as well as his family and his own noble blood.
The Castermans had
earned
their greatness, Adam proudly reminded himself. Jorr Casterman won his knighthood defending the Lord of the Bluewater several centuries back. During a skirmish against a wild raiding party, the lord had been unhorsed and at the mercy of a monstrous ogre. He would have died on that battlefield had Jorr not slain the towering beast.
Adam had no towering beast to slay. The days where men could make their names with sword and shield were long past. So the youngest Casterman chose to sharpen his mind. His battles would be fought and won with pen and ink. Not at all the kind of man a she-orc would fall for, one might have thought.
The young noble pondered on that for a moment as he stood up and stretched. He groaned, his body still quite sore from the tourney matches he had managed to win. Then he went to the dresser at the foot of his bed and dug out a pair of boxers.
As he tugged them on, his mind drifted to Jen... and her sister, Sayla.
His girlfriend's sister had interfered during one of his matches and got him disqualified from the tourney. Attacked him with real daggers, too. It was a wonder she hadn't been arrested - though the security staff might have simply thought she was part of some viral stunt.
The whole situation was absurd. So absurd that Adam was more bewildered than upset - though he wasn't without anger. He had worked hard to get into the lists. And to have it all taken away because of his girlfriend's secret plan...
Adam tightened his jaw as Jen and Sayla's "clan chief" business came to the forefront of his mind. He still needed to talk to them about that. He might as well, right? There was nothing that was going to un-disqualify him as far as he could tell. So why not learn more about the absurdity that screwed with his life?
He inhaled deeply through his nose, then frowned. The scent of sweat stung his nostrils. He would need to shower soon. But first, he would check his phone. He hadn't answered anything from anybody after he left Jen and Sayla at the diner last night. No doubt his voicemail and email had some build up that needed some looking over.
Adam found his cellphone right where he left it, sitting on his desk. Sure enough, he found a long list of missed calls and unread messages.
All
of them from Jen.
The corner of his mouth twitched some at the sight. It wasn't quite a smile, but there was a wryness about it.
In a way, the attention felt nice. It showed that Jen cared. Adam already knew that, of course. Jen was the kind of girl who was very open - and
physical
- with her affections. But the dozens of messages of apology proved that Jen at least felt appropriately guilty over the whole mess. The disqualification
and
the secret plan to make him her clan's chieftain.
Chieftain Adam Casterman, leader of the G'Kalis Clan. Reader of books, slayer of essays, husband to she-orcs. Adam grinned at the sheer
absurdity
of it.
On the one hand, becoming a clan chief would have been a rather unique way of making a name for himself. And Adam had read up on orcish clan customs. He couldn't deny that taking multiple wives had a certain
appeal
.
But Adam was nothing if not a realist.
Surely being a chieftain came with a whole
mountain
of responsibility. Even if Adam agreed to Jen's proposition, where would he find the time to fulfill all of the duties that came with his new role? By the Allfather, he was a
college student
barely out of his teen years. He already had responsibilities here on campus. And what would he even tell his parents? That his girlfriend asked him to essentially marry her and her sisters and he said yes on a whim?
Adam rubbed his temple. It was way too early for such heavy thoughts. He put down his phone and switched over to his laptop to check his email.
His inbox was mostly as expected. Some newsletter stuff, spam that hadn't been filtered out... And one message from Trevelyan Institute Administration.
That last one gave Adam a moment of pause. He stared at it, the email sitting unread on his computer screen. Dread slowly crept into him, slithering up his back, under his skin, making his hair stand on end.
It was a disciplinary response to the nonsense at the tourney. Adam knew it. Was he being put on probation? Was he expelled?
His mouth had gone dry. Surely, his face had gone ghostly white as well.
Adam collected himself, gathering his wits and nerves.
He ran the cursor over the email and clicked on it.
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"Stop calling him."
"
Quiet.
" Jenakka snapped, glaring at her clan-sister. The green she-orc turned her eyes back to her phone, staring at the message of apology she had just finished writing. She'd already written several others, but there was always something that Jenakka felt like she forgot to say. So she ended up writing another.
The G'Kalis clan scholar had been pacing around her dorm room ever since she woke up. She'd hardly gotten any sleep last night. Sayla, of course, had slept like a rock.
She's as thick as one too...
The gray-skinned champion sat on Jenakka's bed, her back pressed against the wall with her long legs stretched out. Sayla watched her sister walk back and forth across her dorm room, boredom clear in her red eyes.
Boredom and not an ounce of guilt. Typical.
Jenakka huffed through her nose and hit
send.
"You've already left several messages. You're making yourself look desperate." Sayla droned in a flat voice. There was another look about her now, Jenakka noted.
Distaste.
The clan champion continued, muttering. "
More than you already have...
"
Jenakka whirled around on her heels, fuming. She pointed accusingly at her clan-sister, a scowl twisting across her face.
"You're the last person who should be giving advice!" Jenakka was near-shrieking. The other students who lived on her floor might have heard her, but Jenakka did not care. Her relationship with Adam might have been irreparably damaged because of the brainless fool sitting on her bed. The clan scholar collected herself just a bit, breathing in. "After that debacle at the arena it was a miracle you weren't detained. The clan can't afford to have its champion behind bars,
as you well know.
"
Sayla was on her feet then, but Jenakka feared her little. Tall and strong her older clan-sister was, but Jenakka knew Sayla took her clan oaths as seriously as Mystic Akari. She would never hurt anyone of the clan. Still, Jenakka glared as the taller she-orc stepped up to her.
"Don't lecture me, sister. Don't you
dare.
" Sayla growled, her red eyes hard and cold. "I took action. You're the one who spent a year playing Lord and Lady with her darling human. And such a
wonderful
choice, too."
Jenakka's anger flared hotter, now blazing in her heart.
"What's
that
supposed to mean?"
"You promised the clan you'd find us a chieftain." Sayla raised her voice, her words hard with anger. "Instead, you spent all this time on some pretty boy lordling.
