Luna followed Eric into the bathroom down the hall. A foam bath had already been prepared for her, and a towel, a comb, and clean clothes lay next to her chair. At her request, it was men's clothing.

Luna explained her choice to the fact that without a skirt it is much easier to run and climb hills.

“If the princess needs help, she has to ring the bell and the maids are assisting,” Eric said, leaving the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the elf taking off her dress before closing the door.

Enjoying a hot foam bath, the moon gave herself to the memories ...

***

The moon hated orcs. She sincerely wanted them to disappear as a species. She understood that not all orcs were immoral bastards, but she couldn’t do anything with herself - there wasn’t one among these criminals who had even a drop of honor to return to her a favorable vision of the whole nation.

With her, the princess to whom the rulers of other principalities bow, who were worshiped and blown off dust particles, in the name of which the knights won victories in knightly tournaments, these thugs were treated like something that should serve as an enslaver and was a sex toy.

On the first day, a puny orc named Soplyk, wanted to rape her. According to his status, he could not copulate, but he secretly made his way to the Moon when everyone was asleep, and put a knife to her throat, threatening that he would kill if she made a sound. However, the moon preferred to die than to allow these vile animals to touch themselves once more. She screamed, fiercely fighting off, and woke Gorr and the rest of the orcs.

With what gloating she watched, as Sopler drove Gorr with his fist in the jaw and knocked him out. As she was pleasantly surprised that her kidnapper Zumaka said that she needed to return the clothes in order not to inflame her fellows who were already bored by the female body.

But the moon did not build pink dreams - Gorr and the others were no less disgusting to her. She waited for the moment when she would return under the protection of her state, when all these criminals would be caught and executed the most cruel execution. Gorr and three more Orcs had access to her body at any time, and all her attempts to fight back were absolutely useless.

On the twelfth night she managed to escape.

The orcs were robbers, and on that day they were lucky: they plundered a merchant. And feasted with abundant libations, celebrating successful prey. They brought a few kegs of wine to the lair, food, and a dozen swords, many of which were bloodied. Having brought a weapon, the orcs laughed loudly and shared how easy it was to beat the silly elves.

“Too bad the elf had to be killed too,” they added with regret. - Elf was beautiful.

Inside the moon everything collapsed. She was scared. They killed several of her subjects for profit. My eyes began to darken with sudden self-pity and those unfortunate elves who were in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Suddenly Gorr shoved a mug of stolen wine into her hands to celebrate the victory of the orcs. Without realizing it, the moon splashed wine into the leader of the gang. Cold rage twisted her face. There was silence. Nobody expected such an act from her.

“You bastard,” she hissed, wiping Gorr into powder with a look. - How dare you stretch my wine to mark the treacherous death of my subjects from your dirty paw ?!

The mug flew into Gorra's head and, hitting the helmet, fell to the floor. Gorr stared at the princess for a second, but then his face twisted in anger. He stood up and pulled the dagger out of its sheath.

The sight of the steel blade brought the moon back to reality, and she backed away. It was deathly silence. The whole life flashed before my eyes, when suddenly Zumaka laughed. The orc laughed so contagiously that others joined it.

- The moon is measured by force with the strongest! - he whined, raking her in an armful. - Zumak long time so do not laugh.

Gorr also chuckled and, putting the dagger back into the sheath, sat back to continue the feast.

Zumaka, under the envious glances of the orcs below in rank, went with the Moon to a small depression in the cave, like a separate room, surrounded by a cloth from the rest of the eyes, where the older ones loved to have fun with it.

The moon cried and tried to fight back with all its might: it scratched, bit and pinched, beat its fists, although it was well aware that all this was useless.

Going inside, the orc threw her onto the skins and silently looked at her hunted face.

“What a stupid elf,” he said. - If Zumak doesn't turn everything into a joke, yours will be dead.

But Luna, expecting him to do with her now, wanted to die. The moon looked around in search of what could be thrown at Zumak, but the orcs had already learned its obstinate habits and had removed all potential objects for throwing them away.

Zumaka approached her and pulled her hair from her face. At the moon, tears flowed from my eyes. He handed her a mug of wine.

- Your must drink.

Luna silently shook her head, pushing the mug away.

- Your not to drink for the victory. Your to drink for the vanquished, ”the orc persistently continued.

The girl took a sip and returned the mug.

“Thank you for saving my life,” she said.

“Yours, please,” said the orc. “And now yours come back and act like there’s no fighting.”

The girl for some reason realized that the orc did not just command, but gave her advice on how to behave. Therefore, she obediently put on the mask of indifference on her face and began silently spreading the wine, bravely carrying the crude antics to her person.

The moon knew that she could put down their guard and escape in the morning when all the orcs, including the sentries, were asleep. She didn’t know what would happen to her if she remained docile, and she suspected that she would most likely be killed if found after her escape, but she preferred to die standing.

And surely all the principalities have been raised to the ears, and the forest is being combed by an army of heavily armed warriors. The main thing is to escape.

Grabbing her teeth, she stood four orcs in a row, and waited impatiently for everyone to fall asleep.

Very carefully, so as not to be noticed, the girl crept to the swords and gently cut the leather bracelet to which the chain was attached, slightly cutting her leg. Then she got dressed and quietly got out of the cave. Her heart was beating so hard that she thought that his break would happen now.

The girl looked around. In the sky the stars were almost full moon, and it was visible far around. She rushed away. The mountain slope was steep, and she practically slid down, tearing up the hem of her dress and mantle, clinging to the protruding snag.

Finally, she stepped onto firm ground and darted away while the orcs were sleeping. The elf thought that she would find the way home in two accounts, but she only lost her way.

There was nothing to eat and drink, it was very cold, and she even began to regret that she decided to escape.

All the next day until the evening she just wandered, not knowing where to go, and exhausted by hunger, thirst and insomnia, went to bed under a tree, wrapped in a tattered robe.

She slept so deeply that she did not hear the feet walking loudly through the forest, and the steps that stopped near her.

- Gotcha! She heard over herself and woke up. Lifting her head, she saw Zumaku. He stood with his hands on his hips and with a smug grin looked at his counterpart.

Not him, thought Luna tiredly, putting her head back on the leaves. She was exhausted almost to death, and she did not care that she was found.

“Silly elf,” Zumak shook his head, sitting down next to her and removing a waterskin from his belt. The moon stared at him as if he were hypnotized. All fatigue vanished.

- Your want to drink? - inquired Zumak, pulling water. The girl eagerly snatched up her coat and began to drink, drenched in water and choking. Water returned her desire to live.

- Well, my bear elf or elf walk herself?

“I myself,” Luna said darkly, planning to escape.

Zumak burst out laughing.

- My know that the elf considered Zumaku stupid. But Zumaka will not let her escape.

Having said that, he ...