When she first saw him, the orc pet of her father, she only thought of how bright his eyes were. How he had such pretty bright blue eyes. Compared to her steel-grey ones, they were dull. The next thought that hit her was how young he looked. Even with his height and the bulk of growing muscles that could equal that of humans, he still showed signs of being a child. She felt saddened knowing he was just a thing to her father that gave him entertainment.

When he first saw her, he thought her to be a smaller version of his master. Yet she wasn't. She held the same black hair, same regal bone structure, only more feminine, and the same grey eyes. The difference was the air of gentleness she gave even standing next to his master. Dressed as what he would assume a Lady of her status, he couldn't help but capture the slight flinch she let slip when his master raised a hand near her. It would seem he wasn't the only one taking blows.

Being as he was a man. One that had risen quickly in the ranks. Attention of the rare sex flocked his way. His good looks helped even more for his favor over them. That being said, it was surely bound to come at a price one day. A day where he would end up having to marry but he played his cards right that wouldn't been seen till much later in years. Who he was to marry was that of the Duke Vicente Deighton's third daughter, Esmeralda Deighton.

"YOU SPOILED MY DAUGHTER!" The Duke shouted, his face nearing a shade of purple in his rage. The young woman, if memory served him right had only turned fifteen in the last few months, had been standing back from her father by several feet nearer to the door. Many might not have been able to see with how she styled her dress, but to those that have been trained in battle to be able to spot subtle things, could see the small growing bump within her midsection.

Blackmoore's gaze disinterestedly into the cup of wine he held. "My Lord, if I recall it was she." here he used a finger to point and move the cup to a tilt towards the girl. "Was the one who flung herself, quite willingly might i add, to me during the celebration meant for her." He then gave a slight one sided shrug while giving a show of his empty hand by waving. "What was a man supposed to do...if not do as a Lady, such as she, wants."

The Duke slammed a meaty hand onto the dark wood of the table that separated the two men. Unlike some of the nobles, the Duke was a giant of a man who towered many if not all men. There were some who said he stood shy of reaching an orcs height when they don't hunch over as they do. Muscle that were still prominent even in his older age, showed the strength he wielded from his earlier years on the battlefields against the Horde. He had married young and so had several children even with having to be away from his wife to fight. No one could say those children weren't his as they all came out with his platinum blonde hair and dark blue eyes while his wife held near black as night hair and void like black eyes.

Though, due to his up in age years, his hair was showing signs of white but not his strength. Blackmoore let his eyes drift to the slight crack in the table where the Duke had slammed down. The table being several inches thick of hardwood was still no match for this giant man. "A Lady such as she?! As a Lady you know damn well that she was not to be touched by a man that wasn't her husband. Are you that man?! NO! I should have never listened to my wife and invited you to that celebration." The Duke growled standing back up, shoulders taunt.

Blackmoore glanced once more to the daughter. Watching as she wrung her hands almost crushingly in front of her belly. She held her eyes down in shame knowing that what she had done, in her spur of the moment, led her to where she is now as a consequence. "You will marry her, Blackmoore. I will not have my daughter shamed by having laid with someone like you."

"Oh, someone like me?!" Blackmoore asked mirthlessly, glaring deep into dark blue eyes. "Oh, you mean being tainted by the son of a traitor? Hmm, am i correct Vicente? You want nothing to come back to your name being associated with a Blackmoore. Please, tell me I am correct."

The Duke snarled. "The Blackmoore has no standing since your father. It seems to have fallen even more with that pet orc you have. Tell me, have you accomplished anything with a two year old orc mutt?!"

Blackmoore only gave a slight smirk. "Come now, Vicente, things like that take time. I'm a patient man, I understand this. But to marry your daughter, I don't think i will. She willingly laid with me, that makes her a whore."

Silence was thick in the air until Vicente calmly replied, his anger only hinted at being contained. "You will marry her or I will make sure to bring this matter up with the King. I'm sure King Menethil would love to hear how you took her by force making the arrangement of marriage, to his cousin's son, unable to happen as she carries your child."

Steel-gray eyes narrowed. "I've heard none of this happening in the first place."

The Duke raised a brow. "Oh, and how would you know, rumors can be made by the small folk and I am in good standing with that said cousin. Make no mistake Blackmoore, I get what I want to happen." A grin slowly spread on the clean shaven jaw of Vicente as Blackmoore's displeasure started to show. "I will also force that if this child is a son, he will take the Deighton name and be raised within my halls."

"Yes, because you could only produce females of your bloodline." Blackmoore snarled. "How many daughters do you have now? Five? Oh wait, I forgot three of them having died at the Fall of Stormwind. Esmeralda was your third child, but is now the eldest of your children."

"Please, do not speak of my sisters that way." Both men turned to Esmeralda who had tears running down her face. "You may not like what my father is doing, Lord Blackmoore, but my deceased sisters are not to be thrown out like worthless trash. They were younger than I am now when that ruinous day happened to our family. Along with many other families that had to suffer."

Blackmoore could only give a nod. "Of course, my Lady, my apologies, it was a dark day for the human race." He then looked back at Vicente to lock gaze with. "Knowing how you are on the battlefield I will concede, but if you are willing we can further address this arrangement between the two of us."

Vicente glanced back at his daughter understanding where Blackmoore was hinting at. Most arrangements didn't include the daughter being present. "Ez, my dear, please find Captain Marshall and inform him that we will be leaving within a few hours or the next day." She glanced between the two men knowing her fate was sealed the moment Blackmoore had been forced to agree. "Of course, Father." She gave a curtsy before leaving.

The moment she closed the door Vicente turned back to Blackmoore and swiftly landed a punch into his face. He cried out from the bloom of pain, his head being forced to snap along with the flow. Bringing his free hand up he felt along his cheek already feeling the bruise beginning to form. He could only smirk knowing Vicente had been holding that strike for a very long time. "Now, we may start setting this arrangement." Vicente stated.