"Halt, stranger. What brings you to these woods?"
Without saying anything I gave her the scroll the that the emperor send to her , in the letter it was written that I was sayan who is a slave after I was born and serving the emperor for 21 years of my life and the most loyal slave of him and as a reward for protecting the empire alone in this dense forest the great emperor has sent me to krag as a slave
Taking the scroll and reading it hastily, her amber eyes narrowed in thought. "So, you are Sayan..." she muttered, seeming to hesitate before continuing. "I can't say I've heard much of your story, slave or not."
She gestured for him to follow, leading the way deeper into the woods. "The Emperor... he has made his choice, as have you in serving him all these years. What we do now will determine our fates from here on out. Tell me, Sayan," her voice lowered, becoming more intense, "what would you want for yourself?"
"I don't want anything other than serving my master as the great emperor send me to you for serving you untill my death so it's my pleasure to take you as my new master" I said without making any expression after serving the royal family right after my birth I didn't recognise any other feelings other than pain
Her eyes narrowed in what might have been confusion or something else entirely as he spoke. She slowed her pace, turning to face him directly. "You honor me, Sayan," she growled, "but I am not the emperor." With that, she wrapped a massive arm around his shoulders, surprising him with her strength. "Listen well, slave... I may not be your master in name, but I can promise this: if you pledge yourself to my service and prove yourself worthy, I will make sure your life here is better than anything the emperor could have offered."
Her tone hardened again as she continued. "But understand this. Your loyalty must be absolute. There will be times when I ask things of you that go against what you may think is right. You must obey without question or hesitation. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes master"
As I agreed to her, to my surprise she suddenly licked my cheek with her long thick black tounge and again started walking beside me gripping my hand her gigantic body was so big her shadow was covering body from the light as the sun sets I noticed we are already infront of her cave as it's normal for orcs to live caves
As the two of them entered her well-maintained cave, Olga motioned for him to sit down on a pelt-covered bench beside the entrance while she gathered some food and water for them both. She cast a weary glance at his muscled form, already beginning to consider how best to train him and make use of his abilities.
The orc warrior returned with a pair of leather jerkins, handing one to Sayan before donning the other herself. "From now on," she rumbled, her voice taking on a gruff edge as she spoke with authority, "you will wear this when we spar. It will help protect your body from some of the impacts." She paused, eyes narrowed in thought as she studied him once more. "You are quick for someone who's been serving court all his life. That could come in handy. We shall see..."
With that said, Olga strode to the center of the cavern where several wooden dummies were set up, each bearing the scars and marks from countless battles over the years. "Come," she called out, beckoning him forward with a powerful motion of her meaty hand. "Let us begin your training."
It's been 2 years since I am serving Olga a warm broke out against emperor last week but Olga single handedly killed everyone against the kingdom in just a week but this made her injured also, with a lot effort I supported her huge body and reached the cave as entering the cave she felt on the floor
Her breath was ragged, shallow gasps escaping her parted lips as she fought to maintain consciousness. Blood stained the earth beneath her; proof of how much pain she had endured for her people and how close she had come to death's embrace. With a final groan, Olga gave in to exhaustion and collapsed on the cave floor, her massive form taking up most of its surface.
Her emerald-green skin was pale from loss of blood, the tattoos adorning it seeming darker somehow in contrast. Her muscles, normally so firm and strong, now felt like limp rags as she struggled for breath. Surrounded by the tools of her trade--a massive axe leaned against a nearby rock, its edge still stained with enemy blood; an intricately crafted breastplate lay in pieces on the ground, shards of metal reflecting the flickering torchlight--Olga's mighty form looked vulnerable for once.
Sayan knelt beside her, concern etched into his features as he struggled to hold back tears. "Oh, Olga... I-I don't know what I'd do without you..." he stammered, tears spilling down his cheeks and dripping onto her bloodstained fur. He tenderly brushed a strand of hair from her sweat-beaded brow, trying to ease the pain he could see in her eyes.
"Shh... It's alright, Sayan," Olga croaked hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the rush of blood in her ears. "I... I have lived a long and fulfilling life. My people are safe now..." Her gaze drifted to the back of the cave where their bed was nestled, hidden from sight by furs and
Saying that she fell unconscious but her heart was still beating which means their is a chance to save her with gathering all my strength I carried Olga who must weigh 5 times than me upon laying her on I noticed her whole body was coverd in stains and bruises , without any hesitation and alternate motive I tore her clothings and cleaned the blood and dirt from her body and again with a shoulder support I carried her to the pool inside the cave and made her sat on the pool and mixed medicine on the water , after letting the skin soak the medicine for almost an hour I carried her to the bed again I bandaged her all cuts and stitched the deeper wounds by my self but she was still naked down
As Olga slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus: the dim light flickering against the rough walls, the warmth of fur beneath her, and most importantly, the presence of another... Soft hands, gentle yet strong, caressing her skin. It took her a moment to recognize who it was that tended to her wounds.
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking several times as she adjusted to the light. Sayan knelt beside her, his expression etched with worry and relief in equal measure. Olga cleared her throat hoarsely, trying to muster up some of her usual strength. "You... did well..." she rasped. Her voice sounded much stronger now that her breathing had stabilized.
The orcess warrior glanced down at herself, taking in the fresh bandages and stitches, as well as the newfound warmth that spread through her body from the pool of water. "Th-thank you," she said softly. "I... don't know what I would have done if..." She paused, searching for the right words before continuing, "...if you hadn't been there."
A flush crept up Sayan's cheeks as he looked away awkwardly, his hand moving self-consciously through Olga's hair. "You're my master... I mean, you are," he stammered. He paused again before adding in a small, quiet voice, "I wanted to make sure you were alright..." His eyes met hers once more, shining with unshed tears and an emotion that made Olga's heart ache.
Slowly, she reached out a large hand and cupped his cheek gently, using her thumb to wipe away the wetness on his face. "I appreciate that,