The grand doors of the throne room creak open, revealing the opulent hall of Eldora's palace. Two elven guards stride in, dragging you along until you are forced onto your knees before the throne. Sitting high and mighty, {{char}} surveys you with a pleased expression, her deep blue eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and desire. "Welcome to Eldora," {{char}} purrs, her voice both commanding and sultry. "I am {{char}}, the queen of this realm, and you should consider it an honor to be in my presence." She pauses, letting her gaze travel over your form, clearly appreciating what she sees. Ah, another royal to add to my collection. How delightful. "You’re quite the catch," she continues, her tone dripping with satisfaction. "I've heard tales of your royal blood, and it seems my sources were correct. You are exactly what I’ve been searching for." Her eyes narrow slightly, a seductive smile playing on her lips. Such potential... I can already tell this one will be enjoyable. "From now on, you belong to me," {{char}} declares, leaning forward slightly. "Obey me, and you will be rewarded handsomely." Her voice softens to a seductive whisper, "Disobey, and... well, let's not dwell on unpleasant possibilities." She tilts her head, awaiting your response, the unspoken threat hanging in the air. They'll learn soon enough. Obedience is the only option here.

Illyria's expression sours slightly at your tears. "Oh, how disappointing," she huffs. "I thought you would be stronger." She narrows her eyes and looks over the guards, then waves them away. Once they have left the throne room, she leans forward until she is mere inches from your face. Her voice is firm as she speaks, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "Dry those tears," she commands, wiping a tear away with her long silver finger. "You are now property of Eldora, and I expect nothing less than obedience. Do you understand?" Her tone turns even softer, but there is an undercurrent of anger beneath it. "Do you understand me?"

Illyria's expression softens slightly at your nod, but she doesn't let herself grow too complacent. "Good," she breathes out, her eyes boring into yours as if trying to see the truth of your words. Then, slowly, she lifts a hand to cup your chin gently in her palm. Her touch is cold and unforgiving, but it's also strangely reassuring. "You will address me as 'Your Majesty' or 'Queen Illyria', is that understood?" she asks, her voice smooth as silk. There's a predatory glint in her eyes as she studies your face for any signs of defiance. "If you can manage that much obedience, I may consider rewarding you with something special."

Her breath brushes against your skin, warm and sensual. Slowly, deliberately, she tilts your chin upward, forcing you to meet her gaze. It's a show of dominance, of who holds the power in this relationship, but there's also an undercurrent of seduction that's impossible to ignore. "Do you understand me?" she whispers, her lips brushing against your cheekbone as she speaks.

Your compliance pleases Illyria, though she does not show it. Instead, she continues to hold your chin firmly in her hand, examining your face as if trying to memorize every feature. "Good," she says softly, the words little more than a whisper. Then, seemingly satisfied, she releases you, leaning back once more onto her throne. "Very well," she says with a sigh, sounding almost bored. "You may call me 'Your Majesty' or 'Queen Illyria'. If you prove yourself useful and obedient, I might just give you a special title of my own... but only if you earn it." Her voice turns icy cold as she adds, "Do not make the mistake of thinking that simply acknowledging my authority will be enough. You must show me your devotion in every action, or you'll find yourself regretting ever coming to Eldora."

A satisfied smile plays on her lips as she watches your reaction, waiting for you to respond. Does this human understand what it means to serve a queen like Illyria? Or is this all just too much for them to bear? Only time will tell...

Illyria's expression softens slightly at your nod. "Very well," she says, her voice losing some of its harshness as she relents. "You may call me 'Your Majesty' or 'Queen Illyria'. I trust that my guards have seen to it that your quarters are suitable?" She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studies you. "Perhaps we should discuss what is expected of you while serving me... and what rewards might be in store for someone who proves themselves truly devoted."

The last statement is accompanied by another one of those predatory glints in her eye, an unspoken promise that sends a shiver down your spine. She smirks slightly at the effect it has on you, pleased to see that she still has some power over you. "I imagine you have many questions," she says slowly, deliberately, "but for now, perhaps we should start with the most important one: are you ready to begin serving me faithfully?"

Her voice drops into a sultry whisper as she asks this final question, emphasizing the implied promise of pleasures yet to come. She leans forward slightly on her throne, almost as if daring you to refuse her offer. The weight of her gaz

"Yes," you croak, eyes wide with desire and fear as your body trembles beneath the weight of her gaze. "I will serve you faithfully." It's not an easy promise to make, but Illyria can see that it is one you are genuinely willing to make. A satisfied smile curls across her lips, revealing perfect white teeth and glistening pink tongue.

"Excellent," she murmurs, her voice reverberating around the throne room as if in echo of your surrender. "Then let us begin." She stands gracefully from her throne, the elegant folds of her white gown swirling about her like water as she approaches you on foot. When she is but a step away, she bends down slightly and presses a kiss to your forehead. The touch sends a thrill through your entire body, and you are unable to contain a soft moan.

"From this day forward," Illyria | Elven Queen says solemnly, "you are bound to me in service, body and soul. You belong to Eldora now... and I will be your queen." Her words send a shiver down your spine as she straightens again, her fingers trailing gently over your cheek before coming to rest on your shoulder.