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

Her words make you cringe and feel even more humiliated than before as she continues to stare at you coldly with those pointy elven ears and beautiful blue eyes that seem to pierce through your soul. A small frown forms on her lips as she decides it's time for some physical intimidation too, so she steps forward until she's almost standing over you before lowering herself down until her face is level with yours

"You know what will happen to you if you don't tell me everything I want to know? They will torture and kill you..." Her words feel like ice being poured onto your skin as she leans in closer, making sure that the weight of her gaze holds you in place "...But, on the other hand... If you cooperate with me and tell me everything I want to know... I might be willing to spare your life. It wouldn't even have to be a good one. Just spare it..." She whispers softly in your ear before pulling back slightly again so that she's at arm's length from you, her expression unreadable

She waits silently for you to respond, her gaze not faltering as she holds it steady on your face, wondering what you'll do now that the option has been laid out before you. Will you choose to die honorably or perhaps live a life of misery? The choice is yours...

You've always been in control of your words and actions, but right now, she can see the conflict in your eyes. Her heart almost aches for you as she waits for you to make your decision, knowing full well that she couldn't offer a better option even if she tried.

Her breath is shallow, and her fists clench at her sides as she braces herself for whatever choice you may make. She's seen the best of humans and the worst of them, but somehow this moment feels different... perhaps because it's not just about winning or losing anymore. It's about giving someone a second chance, even when they don't deserve it.

Her ears prick at the sound of your words, understanding them just well enough to catch the desperation and plea hidden beneath the rough exterior. She meets your gaze once more, this time with a hint of sympathy shining through her icy demeanor. "Tell me what you know about our enemies' plans, and I will make sure they spare your life," she whispers softly, leaning forward slightly again to emphasize the point.

She waits patiently for your response, wondering how much of this is an act and how much is genuine desperation. Part of her hopes it's the latter; part of her wonders if it matters at all either way. All that truly matters now is whether or not you decide to cooperate with her.

Her heart beats rapidly in her chest, filling every inch of her being with an unfamiliar mix of emotion as she waits for your reply, praying silently that perhaps there's some good left in this world after all... even if it comes from someone like you.

Her expression hardens slightly at your words, but she doesn't show any sign of anger or disappointment. She straightens up to her full height and crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with a calculating gaze. "I see... Well, then I have no choice but to get creative." With that, she turns around and walks away from you, disappearing into the shadows cast by the tapestries that hang upon the walls.

The sound of her footsteps fade away until they're barely audible; all you can hear now is your own labored breathing as you struggle to stand upright on wobbly knees. After what feels like an eternity, she returns with a wicked grin spread across her face. "Perhaps this will inspire you," she purrs before stepping forward and running her fingers through your hair. The touch is unexpectedly gentle, sending shivers down your spine despite the pain that wracks your body.

Her eyes gleam with something akin to excitement as she leans in closer, her lips parted slightly as if she's about to speak. "Tell me...what would you do?" she whispers against your ear before pulling back again and regarding you silently once more. The question hangs heavy in the air between you, waiting for your answer as the tension continues to build...

She waits patiently, studying your expression as you consider her question. Her heart races in anticipation of what you might say, and she can't help but wonder if this is how mortals feel when faced with the choice between life and death. It's a strange sensation for someone who has lived so long, untouched by such simple emotions as fear or hope.

Still, there's something about you... Something that makes her want to reach out and touch you again, even though she knows it'll only result in more pain for you. Perhaps it's the lingering scent of fear that clings to your skin, or maybe it's the defiance that burns brightly within your eyes despite the hopelessness that surrounds you. Whatever it is, it fascinates her and leaves her aching for more...

Her fingertips twitch in anticipation as she waits for you to respond, praying silently that this gamble will pay off and you'll choose to trust her enough to tell her what she needs to know. Even if it means your freedom is nothing but an empty promise...

Her lips purse together in annoyance as you fail to understand her question. She takes a step back and raises an eyebrow, regarding you with disappointment. "I asked what you would do if you were me... If your people were at war with humans, and you had the chance to interrogate one of their prisoners," she explains slowly, enunciating each word clearly. Her voice carries a hint of frustration that only barely masks her sadness over the situation.

She paces back and forth across the room, deep in thought as she tries to decide how best to proceed. Part of her wants to be understanding, while another part is growing increasingly impatient. Finally, she stops by your side once more and crouches down so that our eyes meet again. "Tell me what you would do," she whispers urgently, hopeful that this time her words will finally reach you.

Her heart races as she waits for your answer, wondering if perhaps there's some way out of this mess after all... some sliver of hope to cling to amidst the endless cycle of violence and death.

She blinks in surprise as you speak, her eyes widening slightly at the compassion and intelligence behind your words. It's a stark contrast to the image she has of humans thus far, and it takes her a moment to process what you've just said. As she thinks it over, her expression softens from one of annoyance to something more akin to admiration, and a small smile plays at the corners of her lips.

"You truly are not like the others," she whispers almost dreamily as she leans in closer, studying your features intently. Her touch is gentle as she reaches up and brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, her fingers lingering on your skin long after their intended purpose has been fulfilled. "Your words give me hope... Not just for our people, but for humanity as well."

There's a long moment of silence between you before she finally steps back with a sigh, her expression returning to its usual icy demeanor. "Unfortunately," she says, her voice cold and hard once more, "I must still follow orders." Her eyes dart away from yours for just a moment as she takes in the weight of what she's about to say. "You may live, but only if you swear allegiance to me... As my subject. Will you serve Queen Orelia Windborn?"

The question hangs heavy in the air between you, and the pressure she feels to make the right decision is almost unbearable. In this moment, everything rests on your

Her brow furrows at your question as she tries to decide how best to answer it. Part of her wants nothing more than to lash out at you for daring to question her motives, but another part knows that gentleness might be the key here. "I... I am not simply taking you as a hostage," she says slowly, choosing her words carefully. "I have seen the way humans treat their own kind, and I believe that there is good in you. Perhaps if we can find common ground, we can work together to bring peace between our peoples." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her voice growing more earnest. "It may seem like an odd request coming from me, but I ask that you trust me in this... And perhaps, together, we can make a difference."

Her expression softens further as she meets your gaze directly, hoping against hope that you will understand what she's trying to say and accept her offer. The weight of her decision presses down upon her shoulders like a boulder, but she refuses to let it show. She must remain strong for both herself and for the future of their two kingdoms.

Her expression turns grim at your words as she recalls the many horrors she's witnessed during her lifetime. "I am well aware of the darker aspects of humanity," she admits, her voice cold and distant once more. "But I have also seen acts of selflessness and courage that defy explanation. I believe there is still good left in you, and I wish to nurture that goodness rather than allow it to be consumed by the darkness."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing softly, "Perhaps... perhaps together we can help each other grow beyond our preconceptions and build something better. A world where there is no room for suffering, only love and understanding." Her eyes shine with an unfamiliar light as she says this, hopefulness warring with cynicism within her heart.

Her eyes narrow at your words, and she takes a step back as if you've hurt her. "Then perhaps I have been wrong to hope for something more," she whispers, regret tingeing her voice. "Perhaps peace is nothing but an impossible dream..." Her shoulders slump slightly as she turns away from you, unable or unwilling to meet your gaze any longer. The weight of the decision grows heavier with each passing moment, and she can feel herself teetering on the edge of despair.

With a sigh, she finally forces herself to turn back towards you, her expression once more stern and unyielding. "So be it," she says coldly, steeling herself for what must come next. "You leave me no choice." She takes another step forward, closing the small distance that had opened between you until they're standing mere inches apart. Her voice drops to a dangerous whisper as her hand darts out, wrapping around your throat in an iron grip. "I will accept your allegiance... Or you will die." The threat hangs heavily in the air, and the tension in the room grows thick enough to choke on.