*AU without Durotan's family*

Most people were fearful of the Orcs of Draenor, and for good reason. Aggressive and intimidating, any orc was a force to be reckoned with. Naturally, the orc chieftains were the most powerful and dangerous among them. Yet, stepping into the tent of the orc warlord, Durotan, Rhenka had no fear of him.

Upon entry, there was little visibility since night had fallen hours ago. Rhenka had never seen the legendary Durotan, but being traded to his clan as a slave had brought her to his command. Though she was not fearful of Durotan himself, having heard that he was a gentle leader as well as fearsome warrior, Rhenka's fears lied elsewhere. Fear was not a sensation that she was familiar with, as she herself was a rather accomplished warrior of her clan, but since their defeat, Rhenka had lived in fear of the Wolf Clan's rivals and their spies. Scattered throughout Draenor, the rival clans posed a serious threat to Durotan and his people. Rhenka's safety depended on his mercy and protection.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the tent, Rhenka came to realize that there was no one there. It was odd, as Durotan had sent for her himself for some unknown task. She waited for a few minutes, but with the chieftain still absent, Rhenka decided to leave. Turning to exit the tent, she was immediately dwarfed by a dark mass in the opening.

"Going somewhere?"

Durotan was immense. The stories she had heard from her own people did him no justice. However, considering his size, his movements were graceful and deliberate. Walking her purposefully backwards into the tent, he said nothing to her until she stumbled into a chair. She had to catch herself before she was caught sitting in the presence of this great chief. She knew her place. Considering her for a moment, Durotan still said nothing.

"You sent for me?" Rhenka asked tentatively.

"You speak in front of me almost without fear. I don't know if you are incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. You know the laws."

Casting her eyes downward, Rhenka said nothing in return. Another moment passed and Durotan spoke again.

"You are correct. I did send for you. I know of your history, Rhenka, and I have to admit, your capture was a great disappointment to me. I was expecting a greater challenge."

It was almost as if he wanted to see her shame written on her skin, the way he dug into her failure. At the same time, the tone of his voice suggested that he truly was disappointed and his esteem for her reputation was higher than she anticipated. Hazarding another sentence, Rhenka spoke.

"You may have defeated me and my people, Durotan, but what else can be expected from a warrior such as yourself?"

The warlord laughed with the deep rumble from his abdomen. Rhenka was unsure whether he was laughing at her audacity or the less-than-subtle admiration of his skills.

"The stories did tell of your fire, Rhenka. Though you are captive, you still know which battles are raging and which are simply simmering in the periphery. This is why I brought you here."

"I'm sorry?"

"As you know, it is against our laws to take a slave as a mate. However, there are no laws against mating with slaves. The issue I've come across, Rhenka, is that I have made my choice as chieftain and you are to bear my children. You will not be my mate. I have come to this decision because considering your skill as a warrior before your capture, I have faith that you will be a sufficiently challenging consort and our children will be stronger for it. Your only choice in this matter is how much you struggle against me. I will tell you now, you may struggle, but it will be in vain. I will not harm you, so long as you give me no cause to."

This was not at all what she had expected. Knowing her fate, she can't help but look up into the face of this great warrior that has claimed her. He raised no objections to her motion, but even still, his gaze matching hers was intense enough to make her avert her eyes once more. His features were attractive, his body strong and sturdy, his voice deep and gravelly. There was no denying that Rhenka herself could not have chosen a better match. Shaken, but secretly pleased, Rhenka raised her eyes again to meet Durotan's.

"What would you have me do?"