If my description of Jaunes and Winters armor was found lacking for any of you, I based them off of the Rusted Knight/Jaune's armor from Vol. 9 for Jaune and the generic Knights of Favonius from Genshin Impact for Winter and the Mantle guard.

Sir Jaune, Paladin of the Order of Eternal Devotion and protector of the Princess of the Atlasian Kingdom, now found himself the unintended husband of six Orc wives, one High and five Lesser. The six of whom were currently kneeling in front of him wearing maid uniforms only in name, whilst a very annoyed Velvet pouted at them whilst stomping her right foot, a sign of frustration in both rabbits and rabbit Faunas.

Yang looked up lovingly at Jaune in her sinfully short "maid" dress. "What would you like us to do, Master?"

"I… just, just do whatever Velvet ask of you." Jaune sighed. "I have to meet with the Queen in regards to the Princess' training."

Jaune shot Velvet an apologetic look as he briskly fled his own room.

Velvet tried to stay cross at Sir Jaune, but ultimately couldn't, and so turned her annoyance toward the six Orcs dressed more like harlots than maids.

"First." Velvet barked with an uncommonly harsh tone. "You will tell me your names, then we will get you dressed in proper uniforms, Master deserves well behaving and dressed servants, so I make myself clear?"

The six Orcs nodded their heads like obedient little dogs and started rattling off their names.

"Yang, First Wife of Sir Jaune!"

"Vernal, Second Wife of Sir Jaune!" Vernal was the tallest of the lesser orcs with short dark brown hair in a pixie style with pale blue eyes. She wore a harlots version of a maids dress in the colors of maroon and grey.

"M-May, T-Third W-Wife of Sir J-Jaune!" May was tied with Reese as the shortest but beat even Yang in terms of endowment, she had dusky rose hair and grey-blue eyes, with an eye patch covering her left eye. She wore a more traditional maids dress with the occasional hint of red.

"Reese, Fourth Wife of Sir Jaune!" Reese was the most lithe of her kin with bright light green hair and teal colored eyes. She wore the most… revealing "dress" that was mauve and lavender instead of black and white.

"Arslan, Fifth Wife of Sir Jaune!" Arslan was tied with Yang in terms of musculature, height, and hair color, likely being in the process of becoming the second Higher Orc of the pack and more likely than not accelerated by the statues boost from marring Sir Jaune, with more of a brick red skin tone than Yang's milk chocolate. She wore a tan and olive green dress.

"Amber, Sixth Wife of Sir Jaune!" Amber was the second tallest of the lesser orcs with caramel colored skin with amber eyes and dark hair in a long bob cut. She wore a brown and tan dress.

Velvet tried, and failed, to suppress her annoyance as she looked to the six orcs.

"I certainly have my work cut out for me." Velvet thought with a sigh. "The things I do for him."

-{O}-

Jaune walked through the corridors toward the Queen's chambers, yes the Queens not the Kings, as in all honesty Jaune couldn't stand the King, and that's not including the rumors of his abuse to the Queen. But noting gold can stay, and so after a few minutes of fantasying the just punishment of the vile King, Jaune reaches his destination.

Jaune knocks twice, since neither a musical or guardsmens knock seemed very appropriate, Klein answered.

Klein trained his heterochromatic eyes on Jaune with a critical gaze, before they changed color to indicate his new found good mood. "Ah! Sir Jaune! Please do come in!"

Sir Jaune followed behind the jovial butler to meet with the reclusive Queen.

And what a pitiful sight she had become.

Jaune still vividly recalled when the Queen had visited his Order when he had yet to be a Squire. She had been very ideal of a Queen, kind, graceful, and very clearly well loved by her people if the cheers she was meet with were any indication.

But now she sat slumped in but a pale visage of her previous splendor. Her once immaculate hair and gown were now ratty and worn, her beautiful face now marred by sunken eyes and drunk induced flush, her poise and grace now forgotten in favor of a bottle.

But Jaune could still see the Queen, the Woman, she once was hiding behind her gaze when her eyes meet his.

"Sir Jaune." Her Majesty slurred. "How… how is my… how is… Weiss."

"She continues to make her almost daily forays into the surrounding forest." Sir Jaune takes a moment to choose his words carefully. "Since it has become clear to me that she will continue these forays, and the danger within them, I humbly ask that she receive some training, if not from myself, then perhaps her sister, o-or a Mage I hold in high regard."

The Queen stares into her goblet with a retrospective look on her face. "Her sister will be too indisposed with her duties as Captain of the Guard, but I see the wisdom in your words, Sir Jaune, and will not only grant your request to train my… Weiss, but will also grant providence to this Mage you hold in high regard."

Jaunes eyes widen for a moment before a large, innocent, smile, splits his face. "T-Thank you! Thank you, your Majesty! I swear you shall not regret this!"

With that, Sir Jaune of Arc burst from the Queens chambers with a noticeable pep in his step and a large, innocent, smile upon his face.

Klein smiled after the departed Paladin, before looking to his blushing Queen with a questioning look. "Your Grace?"

For the Queen had a strange gleam in her eye, one he had never seen in his long tenure as her personal butler.

The Queen regained her faculties and wiped away some drool from her lip as she sat straighter than she had in a long time. "It's… nothing to worry about, Klein, I've just… learned an aspect of Sir Jaune I… rather fancy."

Klein, having known the Queen since she was young, simply smiled. "It is nice to see a bit of her old fire once more, I only hope Sir Jaune does not have a vow of chastity, for I fear Her Majesty would like for him to break such a vow if he had one, preferably with her if I judge the look on her face correctly."

The Queen meanwhile only had one think on her mind, the innocent looking smile on Sir Jaunes face. "So… CUTE!"

-{O}-

In an hours time from gaining the Queens blessing, Jaune had gathered up the Princess and made his way towards the Bolt and Hammer, an adventuring wears shop run by his long time friend, Nora the Valkyrie. Though Jaune knew he had done something to offend her when he entered her shop, not to the usual bone shattering hug she normally gave him – since he was the only one who could actually survive such a hug – but a pout and stormy glare.

"I hear you've found yourself married." Nora pouted before scowling. "Ta' a bunch of… Orcs, no less."

It was at that moment Jaune kicked himself for forgetting that Nora was a Dwarf, and as such had a deep seated hatred for all things Orcish and Goblinoid, mainly do to the fact that quite a number of them raid many a settlement do to their war-like nomadic lifestyle, particularly Dwarven settlements as they shared a similar preference in terrain.

"Nora." Jaune started off calmly before sinking to his knees. "I know I have wronged you and betrayed your trust, so I humbly beg your forgiveness with the promise of my special pancakes."

Nora put up a good act, but Jaune knew her weakness, and soon enough she rushed with all the speed her valiant five foot four inches frame could manage and gave Jaune a beaming smile and bone shattering hug, and Jaune smiled for all was as it should be in the world.

"Now dat that's settled, I assume you've come here for a reason." Nora said.

"Yes, I've come here to arm the Princess for her training, isn't that right Princess… Princess?"

Jaune turned to see the Princess looking at Nora like she was some strange exotic beast – and in all fairness she was – at least to the Princess and the general populace.

For Nora was a Guardian Dwarf – meaning her skin had a hard metallic quality to it, unlike the Noble and Common Dwarfs gem and stone like skins respectively – and as such, looked quite different from any other Dwarf that an Oushaket(Ou-sha-ket), or "Outsider" in the Dwarven tongue of Stovonnie(Sto-von-e) – would or could – ever see.

You see, Nora – as a Guardian Dwarf – stood a whole head taller than any other Dwarf, with glistening metallic skin – hers being the color of Silver – of rippling muscle and a physic that looked purpose made by an artisan for both war and beauty, with a few ascetic liberties taken – manly in her wondrous abs. Though like all other Dwarfs, Nora's eye shone like little fires – with hers being the color of turquoise – as well as having crystallized hair – for which hers was the color of fire – and like other Dwarfs, her body was beautifully decorated with carved tattoo esc. lines, symmetrical, flowing, and gorgeous, in Nora's case, and inlaid with gold.

Nora approached the Princess and cast her in a shadow – which was certainly impressive for a Dwarf – and gave her a calculating look.

Weiss squirmed under Nora's gaze, which considering Nora's forearms were the size of her thigh, was a fair response.

After a centuries worth of a few seconds, Nora gave Jaune a questioning look. "You want me ta' make 'er a Fighter?"

"Hey!"

"No." Jaune replied. "I want you to make her arms and armor, it'll be both Glynda and I's responsibility to train her, but you welcomed to help – if you feel like it that is."

"Don't ignore me!"

"I can make 'er some of the best arms dat 'ill ever grace Mantle." Nora boasted. "But, she 'on't be able ta' even stand in Dwarven make armor, s'to heavy for 'er." Her face turned sour. "Best get 'er something… Elven."

"Point taken." Jaune agreed. "And I know how hard it is to admit that Dwarven make isn't the best for every situation and person is for you, so I'm proud of you – but it'll take to long to convince the Elves to make her any armor – so could you please make Human spec armor, please?"

"I am the Princess, and I order you to stop ignoring me!"

"Ya'd prefer ma' make over an Elf's?" Nora fished for praise.

"But of course!" Jaune smiled.

"Stop ignoring me!"

Nora beamed. "I'll have it done by dusk!"

After Nora pushed a grinning Jaune and a fuming Weiss out the door, Weiss turned towards Jaune with an inquisitive, if not a little annoyed, look. "I surmise she was a Dwarf, but I've never seen a Dwarf like her."

"That's because she's one of the two types of Dwarves you'll never see outside of one of their strongholds."

"I see." Weiss replied, before her inquisitive look returned. "Wait, two?"

"Yup. Nora's a 'Guardian' Dwarf, their purpose is to guard the strongholds, that's why very few people see them, and the other type are the 'Noble' Dwarves, their like the more common Dwarf, only with gem like skin instead of some type of stone."

"Why do they never leave their strongholds?"

"Because their skin is made of precious gems."

"Oh! I-I see."

"Yup, now come on." Jaune grinned. "We can start on your physical training while we wait for Nora to work her magic."

"Can she really finish her work by dusk?" Weiss asked, manly to put off her physical training as long as possible.

"Of course she can, she's a Dwarf." Jaune said as if it was obvious, which it kind of was. "Now get your butt in gear, your going to be training your cardio until we get to the training room."

"How am I- and we're running!"

-{O}-

After a few hours, a beaming Jaune and exhausted Weiss return to the Bolt and Hammer to pick up Weiss' training weapon, or weapons.

"She… she made all these, in only as few hours?!"

In the few hours the pair were gone, Nora had made multiple versions of various different one-handed self defense swords, both blunt training and sharp battle ready variants, from rapiers to side swords.

"Ya' say dat like it's hard?" Nora asks.

Instead of answering, Jaune was to occupied laughing at Weiss trying – and failing – to pick up her jaw off the floor.

And fin, sorry for the very, very long wait, life got in the way and I had some trouble deciding what Nora was going to be, it was a toss between a Dwarf or an actual Valkyrie. I hope you like my rendition of the fantasy stable Dwarf, I wanted a fresh take on it while still playing into the whole, "made" aspect of their race without going too far, I'll leave that to the Spiderwick chronicles. Thank you all for reading, and your patience, and I hope you stick around for more.