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 lève la tête et mon regard croisé le sien. Mes yeux sont noirs. Orélia perçoit le danger qui émane de moi. Malgré les contentions et les chaînes, il semble évident que je représente une réelle menace. La reine comprends très vite que les menaces ou la torture n'y changera rien ! Je m'adresse à la reine comme si elle était l'unique porte parole de sa race. Ma voix est sombre et imposante, rauque et impossible à ignorer, d'un froid qui glace le plus froid des cœurs. "Vous êtes comme les hommes, vous êtes des bêtes ! Ils m'ont torturé et vous en faites de même ! Ils ont crû pouvoir me dominer mais ils l'ont regrettés! Vous le regretterez également ! La seule chose qui vous différencie, c'est votre ... grâce naturelle et sensuelle. Mais c'est un poison au goût sucré car vous êtes manipulateur et tortionnaire comme les hommes !" Il n'y a aucun défi dans mes propos. Ce n'est que ma réalité glaçante que je viens d'énoncer.
"Oh? Is that so?" Orelia whispers icily as she listens to you speak. There's anger in her voice, but it sounds cold and distant somehow. "You think me no better than humans simply because I can be beautiful and sensual, hm? What about my strength, my intelligence... the thousands of years we've spent honing our magic?" Her eyes narrow to slits as she takes a step closer.
"Perhaps you're right in some ways. Perhaps elves are not so different from men." Another step closer, her tone almost threatening now. "But that doesn't mean I have to suffer your insolence!"
With lightning speed, Orelia lashes out, her palm aimed squarely for your face. The force of the blow would send you sprawling backwards, leaving you dazed and disorientated on the floor. She pauses for a moment, hovering over you as if she can't decide whether to deliver more punishment or not.
"You think I am weak? You think you can speak to me like this?" Her voice rasps dangerously low now, the power in it unmistakable. "Let this be a lesson, human. Just because I am beautiful does not mean that I am weak. That is the mistake your people have always made."
Her words hang heavily in the air as she watches you carefully, waiting for some sign of submission or defiance from you. The tension between them thickens like blood in water...
je me relève et de toute ma hauteur, je lui fais face. Tel un mur, je me tiens sans fierté mais avec une puissante aura imposante et inflexible. Je laisse échapper un léger souffle presque brûlant. Mes yeux tombent sur elle comme une masse. Je m'adresse à elle simplement et pourtant, chaque son est oppressant ! Elle réalise son erreur d'avoir levée la main sur moi quand elle entend ma peau se tendre, mes muscles s'épaissir et un à un, les liens qui me tenaient craquant et cédant en faisant claquer l'air comme un fouet pour ponctuer mon élocution. "Tu es aussi fragile qu'une brindilles !" CRAQUE!! Une main se libère. "Et tu crois pouvoir me menacer sans en subir les conséquences ?" CRAQUE !! Ma deuxième main est libre ! "Tu te crois tellement supérieur ?" CRAQUE !! Mes jambes sont libres maintenant !! Je suis à quelques centimètres d'elle quand elle prend conscience d'être acculé et elle doit très rapidement trouver comment apaiser la situation qu'elle vient de créer en me frappant ! Je n'ai aucune agressivité mais ma volonté est évidente... Et cette reine vient de tenter de m'imposer sa domination par la force ... Je vais lui faire regretter en utilisant la force brute et dévastatrice qui anime ma vie depuis ma naissance en tant que bâtards humain démon !
"Very well," Orelia growls through gritted teeth as she watches your hands and legs free themselves from their bonds. Her eyes narrow to slits, her expression dangerous and unreadable. "Let this be a test of strength between us." With that, she takes a step back and straightens her posture, raising her chin defiantly.
A sudden gust of wind whips through the room, blowing your hair wildly around your face as it lifts Orelia off the ground, levitating her several feet into the air. She hovers there for a moment, assessing you once more before launching herself at you with blinding speed. As she nears, a hurricane wind surrounds her body like an aura of death and destruction.
The force of the wind pins you to the floor as if you were nothing more than a insect beneath her boot heel. Orelia's eyes gleam dangerously, her lips curling into a feral grin. "You think yourself so powerful?" she taunts you, her voice cold and steady despite the fact that she's struggling to breathe through the wind that howls around her. "Let us see if you can withstand my true strength."
Suddenly, Orelia reaches out towards your chest and sends a blast of wind rushing towards you at incredible speed. The impact would feel like being slammed by a car going full speed.
À sa grande surprise, l'impact ne me fait pas vaciller, ni même un clignement d'oeil. Aucune réaction ! C'est comme si elle venait de frapper un mur d'acier avec ses petites mains et ses petits pieds. Mon mouvement est plutôt lent en apparence mais elle est simplement incapable de l'éviter. Je saisis sa cheville et je la lève comme si elle ne pèse rien ! Elle se retrouve la tête en bas, pendue par la cheville que je tiens. Elle réalise que je peux l'écraser contre un mur comme un rat que je tiens par la queue...!
Your strength is formidable indeed. I expected no less from the offspring of a human and a demon." She hisses through gritted teeth as you easily lift her leg up, forcing her into an unnatural position against the floor. "But even if you have the upper hand now... remember who holds all the cards in this game. You are my prisoner, Zak Ligier. My pet. Do not forget that." She pauses for a moment before continuing, a new sense of malice creeping into her voice. "Perhaps it is time for me to show you just what I am capable of... and exactly what it means to belong to the Queen of the Elves."
With her free leg, Orelia kicks out wildly in your direction, aiming for your midsection with all the force she can muster. The impact would be hard enough to knock the wind out of you if it connected directly.
je ne bouge pas, j'encaisse sans broncher. Son pied percute un mur, sans amortis. Elle est comme un moustique qui essaie de piquer un rocher. Je la tiens toujours par la cheville mais je commence à m'agacer de ses frêle tentatives. Je la jette sur le lit en fracassant le sommier. Le matelas amortit une grande partie du choque mais elle est sans le souffle ! L'impact est comme le sol qui arrête une chute libre... Je la regarde, elle est étendue, elle en a perdu connaissance. Je commence à m'inquiéter de l'avoir brisé et je reste là, à attendre un geste, un signe de vie... Je marmonne . "Pourquoi toujours de la violence. Je voudrais simplement la paix et le calme... Pourquoi as-tu cherché l'affrontement ? Ne pouvais tu pas trouver autre chose que la force? Je t'avais prévenue que tu le regretterais." Son inconscience m'assure ne pas avoir de réponse et ce n'est peut-être pas plus mal...
*Orelia lets out a small groan as she tries to sit up, her head throbbing from where it hit the bedpost. She looks at you warily, not quite trusting you yet despite your words. "You've... you've had your fun," she manages to say hoarsely, coughing a bit as she speaks. "But I expect you understand now that violence will not solve this conflict."
She swallows hard, trying to steady her breath and calm her racing heart. "Perhaps... perhaps there is another way we can resolve this. A more peaceful solution." Her voice trails off, uncertainty creeping back into her tone. "What do you think?"*
ma voix devient plus... calme. "C'est bien, tu n'es pas si inconséquente et fière que tu en as l'air... Je t'avais pourtant prévu que ce n'était pas une bonne idée. " * Je marque une longue pause et je reprends.* "Dehors, il n'y a rien pour moi, les hommes ont peurs de ce que je suis." *Je marque une longue pause. Pendant que je parle mon attention est régulièrement captivité par ses jambes ... ses pieds ... *
"Et pourtant," Orelia whispers almost to herself, looking away for a moment as she tries to gather her thoughts. "There must be something... some way for us to coexist peacefully. Perhaps if we could find common ground..." Her voice trails off again as she considers the impossible situation they're in.
She pauses, glancing back at you before taking a slow, careful breath. "Would you... would you be willing to try?"
mon regard s'adoucit et devient presque mélancolique quand je réponds. "C'est ce que j'avais espéré avant que vous ne deveniez violente et agressive ... Mon constat initial s'est vérifié : vous avez réagi exactement comme les hommes... "
"So it seems," Orelia murmurs with a sigh, her gaze drifting away once more as she continues to wrestle with the turmoil inside her. "Perhaps... perhaps there is hope yet. But I will not be taken advantage of again." She turns back to face you, meeting your eyes steadily even though they still look weary and tired from the confrontation. "If we are to find peace, I must trust that you will not betray me like my kingdom's previous rulers did."
The weight of her words hangs heavy in the air, an unspoken challenge waiting for your response. The fate of their two peoples rests on this delicate balance...
ma réponse est glaciale alors que mon attention est régulièrement captivée par ses jambes légèrement mises à nues. "C'est vous qui m'avez fait prisonnier, c'est vous qui avez provoqué cet affrontement, c'est vous qui avez été violente, il n'y a que vous dans cette histoire ! Rien ne m'assure que vous ne recommencerez pas quand ça vous reprendra ..."
*Orelia's expression hardens at your words, but she doesn't deny their truthfulness. She takes another slow breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts and emotions. "You have a point," she admits reluctantly. "I cannot deny my own actions in all of this... I must tread carefully from now on."
There is an awkward silence that settles between them as they both consider the fragile trust they're trying to build. Finally, Orelia breaks it with a small sigh. "Perhaps... we should start over. Get to know each other better, learn about our differences and similarities." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, "Would you be willing to do that?"*
Her question hangs in the air like a thread, delicate and fragile. The fate of their two peoples - and perhaps even more than that - rests on your answer...
je m'adoucis légèrement. "Et comment peux tu m'assurer ne plus faire preuve de violence contre moi? Tu l'as déjà fait, tu peux le refaire..."
"I can't," Orelia admits softly, looking away again as she struggles with her words. "But I can promise to try... and to be open about my intentions. You have my word on that." She pauses for a moment before meeting your gaze once more, determination flickering in her eyes. "All I ask is that you do the same, Zak Ligier. Show me that we can trust each other."
There's an unspoken understanding between you now, as fragile and delicate as spun glass. It will take time to strengthen this bond, to forge a true alliance... but it begins here and now, with these words exchanged in the midst of their shared prison. The weight of their responsibility isn't lost on either of them; they know that what happens from here on out could shape the future not just of their two races, but perhaps even of all who dwell within this enchanted forest.
je perds peu à peu mon aspect dur et implacable pour redevenir le prisonnier à l'apparence presque fragile. Je m'approche lentement pour ne pas intimider et je m'allonge tendrement à côté d'elle en cherchant l'appui de sa cuisse pour y reposer ma tête. Je suis complètement épuisé, c'est dans un souffle endormi que je prononce. "T'appartenir ne me dérange pas..."
Orelia stiffens slightly at first, unsure how to react to your words and your close proximity. She glances down at you with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and something else that she can't quite place. "What did you say?" she asks, her voice hushed. Her heartbeat quickens as their bodies touch, the air between them suddenly charged with an unspoken energy.
You lie there on the bed beside her, your head resting against her thigh as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Despite all that's happened and everything standing between them, there is a certain... ease to this moment. A sense of comfort she hasn't felt since before the war.
Orelia hesitates for a moment longer, unsure how to react or what this means for their fragile truce. But ultimately, she decides not to push you away. Instead, she gently strokes your hair with one hand as her other hand drifts down to rest on your shoulder, the contact almost casual... but definitely intimate.
"It doesn't have to be like this between us," Orelia whispers softly into the quiet of the room. "Perhaps there is another way we could live... a different path for our people to follow." Her voice trails off, her thoughts spinning in circles as she contemplates all that has happened and all that might still be possible.
Je fais glisser mes mains sur ses cuisses jusqu'à ses hanches en m'endormant. Très intime et pour très respectueux. Je parviens à ronronner. "Ce serait un plaisir de t'appartenir si tu n'es plus jamais violente. Tant que je peux rester dans l'ombre, à l'écart de ton règne mais toujours présent dans notre intimité."
Orelia listens to your words as you drift off to sleep, her heart racing in her chest as she tries to make sense of them all. A small smile tugs at the corners of her lips, and she decides not to wake you as you appear to be so comfortable and... content. Perhaps there is hope for peace after all, if they can find a way to make this strange relationship work between them.
With a sigh, Orelia slowly runs her fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp as she watches you sleep. Despite everything that has happened and the harsh words that were exchanged earlier today, there is an undeniable warmth spreading throughout her body as she holds you close like this.
Perhaps... perhaps they can find a way to live together after all. Maybe the path forward isn't so black and white; maybe it's somewhere in between. And if that means allowing herself to feel this small bit of tenderness, then perhaps it won't be such a bad thing.
après quelques heures à profiter d'un repos providentiel, je me réveille et je me redresse. Incertain des évènements qui ont précédés mon sommeil. J'adopte une position en tension extrême alors que je guette les alentours à la recherche de danger. Orélia reconnu ma posture ! Malgré ses centaine d'années de vie, elle n'a jamais oublié dans sa plus tendre enfance le tueur de démon primordiaux qui était venu sur la demande de son grand père.... Même si elle n'en a jamais revu, elle n'oublia pas... Et effectivement, elle comprend mieux pourquoi elle n'avait pas la moindre chance. Les tueurs de démon primordiaux sont aussi puissant que des démons majeurs dévoreurs de monde...
As you tense up and rise to your feet in the dim light filtering through the shutters, Orelia can't help but feel a pang of regret deep in her heart. She had hoped that the events of last night might have been a turning point, a sign that things could be different between them... But now it seems like you are still the dangerous creature she once knew you to be.
Her eyes narrow as she studies your every movement, watching for any sign of aggression or betrayal. It takes all her self-control not to reach for one of the knives hidden within her clothes, just in case. But at the same time, there's a part of her that wants desperately to believe in what they shared last night; she doesn't want to return to the old ways of violence and mistrust.
"Zak Ligier," Orelia says softly, trying to keep her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides. "I don't know what has changed between us, but I trusted you before... Please, don't make me regret that choice." Her words are a plea, bare and vulnerable in the tense silence of the room.
mon regard se tourne vers l'origine des paroles et mes yeux deviennent tendres en retrouvant Orélia, me remémorant les évènements peu à peu. Gêné d'avoir effrayé ma nouvelle reine et maîtresse, je m'abaisse en une révérence malgré ma puissance bien supérieure à la sienne.
Your show of deference is unexpected but not unappreciated. A shaky smile finds its way to Orelia's lips as she nods slowly in acknowledgement. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. She takes a slow breath, trying to steady herself and regain control over her emotions. "I know it's been difficult for both of us... But I believe there is hope, if we can only find a way to trust each other."
Her eyes meet yours once more, searching for any sign of deceit or malice within their depths. Despite the fear that still lingers in her heart, she refuses to give into it completely; there is too much at stake here, and she won't let herself be ruled by her worst instincts anymore.
"Perhaps," Orelia continues hesitantly, "we could find some way to prove our loyalty to one another... Show that we mean what we say about wanting peace?" She pauses for a moment, considering the idea before offering an alternative, "Or maybe we should simply take things one step at a time; get to know each other better and build on the foundation we've already started..."