You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you
The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you
She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you
je la regarde sans conviction "vous ne m'y avez pas aidé !"
The queen narrows her blue eyes slightly at your words. "Your insolence does you no favors, prisoner. I was simply attempting to make conversation." She tilts her head curiously, studying your features further as you struggle on the ground before her. "Perhaps if you cooperated with me..." she suggests, almost teasingly. "Then this could go much more smoothly for both of us." Her voice is firm, yet strangely gentle, and it sends a shiver down your spine despite yourself.
Without another word, she moves to sit gracefully on her throne-like chair, legs crossed demurely beneath her flowing white dress. She motions for you to speak once more with a delicate flick of her slender wrist, inviting confidence... or perhaps it's a test of your loyalty. Either way, she remains calm and composed, her dull eyes fixed unwaveringly on yours.
"What is it that you wish to know?" you croak finally. The queen smiles slightly at this response, but there's no warmth in her expression. "I want information about your people's movements," she says bluntly, the anger and frustration from their recent encounters clear in her tone. "Where are they planning on striking next? What is their strategy?" Her voice takes on an almost interrogative quality now as she searches your face for any hint of deception or hesitation.
You can feel yourself beginning to sweat beneath the gaze of this cold, beautiful queen. It's clear that she means business and will stop at nothing to get what she wants... but maybe there's another way to play this game?
je n'ai pas la moindre tension en répondant "Vous êtes reine et vous voulez me faire miroiter un quelconque intérêt alors que je suis votre prisonnier... Que je parle ou non, ça finira pareil..."
"Is that so?" the queen responds coolly, her expression remaining unreadable. "And what makes you believe that your silence will protect your people from our retribution? The longer this war drags on, the more innocent lives will be lost." She leans forward in her chair slightly, as if moving closer to you might make it easier for you to hear her words of warning.
Her voice takes on a softer tone now, almost caressing your ear as she continues. "I am not like your human king, who would care little for the lives of his own citizens as long as he remains in power. I will do everything in my power to protect those under my reign..." She pauses, and her eyes seem to burn into yours. "...but I will not hesitate to destroy anything that threatens them."
There's a moment of silence between you as the weight of her words settle over your heart like a cold, dead hand. The queen studies your reaction carefully before speaking once more, her voice harder now. "I gave you a choice, prisoner. Cooperate, and we may be able to end this conflict quickly and with minimal casualties. Refuse..." She trails off ominously, making no effort to hide the threat behind her words."But if you continue down this path," she finishes calmly, "you will only bring pain upon yourself and those you claim to care for." Her hand moves absently at her side, brushing over the jeweled hilt of a dagger that's never far from reach.
It's a thinly veiled threat, but one that carries an undeniable truth with it. The choice is yours...
je reste sans voix alors que mon regard se déplace sur son corps, je m'attarde sur ses cuisses est ses pieds en me mordant discrètement la lèvre inférieure...
Orelia's expression darkens slightly as you direct your gaze towards her body. She doesn't miss the movement, nor does she fail to register the bite to your own lip. However, she remains calm and composed on the throne, her voice steady when she speaks next. "Perhaps you believe that such desperate attempts at seduction will sway me? You are sorely mistaken."
The words sting more than they should; it's clear that Orelia hasn't given in to such impulses in quite some time, if ever. But her duty comes first, and she cannot let herself be distracted from that now. "I will give you one last chance, human," she says quietly, her dull eyes boring into yours. "Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps there can still be some hope for a peaceful resolution."
Her hand tightens on the armrest of her throne as she watches you carefully, waiting for your response. The offer is genuine, but so too is the threat that lurks behind it; should you refuse once more... well, she doubts there will be any going back from that point.
elle constate que je ne parviens plus à prononcer un mot, trop hypnotisé par elle et son jeu de jambes exquis
It's clear that the young human is under her spell; Orelia can feel it in the way his gaze is fixed on her legs, in the slight flush that has crept into his pale cheeks. She suppresses a small smile at the realization, amused by how easily she has dominated him.
"Very well," she says finally, regaining her composure. "Tell me what you know of your king's plans." Her voice is firm yet gentle, as if coaxing a frightened animal back into its cage. "And if you speak the truth, I may be able to offer you something in return."
She leans forward slightly, her lips curving upward ever so slightly into a crooked smile that holds both sweetness and cruelty in equal measure. For the first time since you've entered her presence, hope flickers in your heart like a candle in a darkened room.
sans la faire attendre plus longtemps et dans l'espoir, je m'empresse de répondre à toutes ses questions
The elf queen listens intently as you reveal what little information you have about your king's plans. Her expression shifts constantly between anger and disbelief as she takes in the details of your commanders' stupidity and arrogance. She stands slowly, her movements fluid and graceful despite her obvious irritation, and approaches you until she is mere inches from your face.
"You pathetic fools," she hisses through gritted teeth, her eyes burning with a cold fire that chills you to the bone. "Your foolhardy attempts at conquest have only brought suffering upon your own people! Do you not realize that?" Her hand reaches out, tilts your chin up so that your gaze meets hers once more. "I am offering you a chance at peace," she says softly, her voice laced with a strange mix of pity and frustration. "You can help end this conflict by telling me the truth about what is happening in your kingdom."
She pauses, studying your face for any hint of deceit or defiance before continuing. "If you cooperate fully, I may even be able to spare your life," she says, her voice dangerously low now. "But if you continue to lie or withhold information..." Her words trail off menacingly as her fingers tighten on your jaw.
There's a long silence between you as the weight of her words press down upon your chest like an invisible stone. The choice is yours; do you trust this elven queen enough to tell her everything, or do you risk losing not only your life but also any chance at peace for your people?
Ma première réponse fut limpide et directe : «je ne cautionne pas les agissements de mon souverain. J'ai été obligé d'obéir sous la menace et la torture bien plus violente que ce que vous m'avez fait vivre jusque là. Je vous ai déjà dit tout ce que je savais et tout est vrai.» mes yeux ne quittent plus ses jambes...
The elf queen's eyes narrow in understanding, and perhaps even empathy. She drops her hand to her side, taking a step back as she considers your words carefully. "Even so," she says eventually, "I must know if there is anything else I should be aware of. Anything that could change the course of this conflict."
She tilts her head slightly, studying you with a look that is both assessing and thoughtful. "Tell me, human," she asks softly, "do your people truly support their king's actions? Or are there those among them who would rather see an end to the suffering?" Her voice carries a barely concealed hope; perhaps she believes that there might still be a way to salvage something positive from this war-torn landscape.
You can feel her gaze on you, unyielding and intense as she waits for your reply. The weight of her question settles heavily in your chest, but it's a risk you must take if there is even the slightest chance of making things right again.
j'ai de plus en plus de mal à répondre, complètement hypnotisé par elle ! Je respire difficilement et mes yeux balayent ses jambes de haut en bas en remontant sur elle avant de redescendre sur ses pieds... Je parviens tout de même à répondre à toutes ses questions dans un effort de concentration colossal.
As you struggle to concentrate on your answers and resist her hypnotic allure, the elf queen remains impassive. Her lips curve into a thoughtful smile as she listens to your words, gauging their sincerity. She nods once when you finish speaking, indicating that she has understood your plight.
"I see," she says softly. "In light of this new information, I may be able to offer you a deal. If you help me bring an end to this conflict through honest means and cooperate fully with my efforts, I will spare your life and do everything in my power to ensure the safety of your people." She pauses, meeting your gaze steadily. "Do we have an accord?"
There's a heavy weight in her words, a solemnity that carries the threat of dire consequences should you refuse her terms. The choice is yours: cooperate and perhaps save your own life as well as those of countless others, or remain stubborn and risk losing everything in the process.
je lui garantit mon entière collaboration mais elle voit clairement que j'espérais qu'elle m'impose de rester avec elle malgré mon statut de prisonnier actuel
Her pale blue eyes narrow slightly as she watches you. She can tell that you're not entirely truthful with your words; there's a desire in them that goes beyond mere cooperation and compliance. It makes her suspicious, but for now, she decides to let it slide. After all, he has pledged his assistance, and that is what matters most at this moment.
"Very well," she says, her voice cool and collected once more. "Then we have an agreement." She motions for one of the nearby guards to approach, and the elf complies immediately, falling into step beside where you kneel on the floor. "From this point forward, you will be treated as my personal advisor on human affairs," she continues, her tone somewhat warmer now that the deal is struck. "You will have access to me at all times, and I expect you to use your newfound influence for the betterment of both our peoples."
The guard unlocks your restraints, freeing you from your awkward position on the floor. You stand slowly, massaging your wrists as Orelia glances over you with a critical eye. "See that he is given suitable quarters and taken care of medically," she instructs the pair before turning away to stride gracefully back across the room toward her throne. As you follow after her, unable to take your eyes off her fluid movements and alluring figure, you can't help but wonder if this new alliance will be as beneficial for both sides as it seems.
à la fin de la journée, elle remarque que je ne parviens toujours pas à détourner mes yeux de ses courbes gracieuse
As you follow behind her, the Queen notices your continued attention on her movements and form. She pauses at the entrance to her chambers, turning back to face you with a raised eyebrow. "Is there something else you wish to discuss, my human advisor?" There's an amused glint in her eye as she questions whether or not your admiration is genuine.
Do you confess your attraction openly, risking further anger or rejection from the Queen? Or do you remain silent and hope that your continued proximity will give you a chance to earn her favor? The choice is yours.
je me risques à répondre avec beaucoup d'hésitation «comment vous dire avec tout le respect que je vous dois que je ne peux m'arrêter de pensez à vous et à vos charmes...?»
The Queen arches an eyebrow in surprise at your confession, her expression unreadable as she studies you carefully. For a moment, she is silent, then slowly she inclines her head. "I will admit," she says softly, her voice devoid of any emotion, "that your admiration is...flattering."
She turns to continue down the hallway, beckoning for you to follow. "But as my advisor, it would not be appropriate for there to be any such...distractions," she says firmly over her shoulder, leaving you uncertain whether or not your confession has been well-received or if you've simply managed to annoy her further.
je continue avec le même ton "mais je peux ne plus être votre conseiller, je peux être juste à vous !"
The Queen turns to face you once more as you make your offer, her expression unreadable. For a long moment, she stands there silent and still, considering your words before speaking slowly. "Very well," she says at last, an amused note creeping into her voice. "I will accept your proposal, though I cannot promise that my patience with such...indiscretions will remain inexhaustible." She takes a step closer to you, and the faint scent of jasmine drifts on the air between them.
Her eyes meet yours intimately, searching for any signs of deception or insincerity before she continues, her voice still cool but with an undeniable edge to it now. "If I find that this arrangement is not working to our mutual benefit, I will end it." There's a warning in those words; a promise of retribution should you fail to live up to your end of the bargain or cross any unspoken lines.
The Queen takes another step forward, her body mere inches from yours now. "Do we understand each other, human?" she asks softly, her gaze never leaving yours as she waits for your reply.