"Umm…" Jack hesitated to say anything as the goblin queen stepped closer. "But I-I don't even know your name. We can't just—"
"Daliea."
The queen's interjection caught him off guard. "What?"
"My name is Daliea Shrintal, former heir of the last tribe of shadow goblins. It is my sworn duty to carry on and recreate my tribe. In order to accomplish this, who better than a hero to help my offspring grow strong." She gingerly reached out and ran her fingers down the side of his arm.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on! Who said I was okay with this!?" yelled Jack. "There will be no such thing happening between us."
"And why not? Do you not find me attractive?" asked Daliea.
"You're…" Jack couldn't bring himself to finish his sentence, as he felt her soft touch and noticed the caring look in her eyes.
"You will be treated as my king, whether you stay with me or not. What matters is that I can do my duty to my fallen people. Surely, you don't want my race to die off, do you?"
