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
That was nothing for me. I already experienced something more painfull.
She raises her eyebrows slightly at your remark before taking another step back to let you see her better. The wind magic flowing through the room rustles softly around her as if responding to her presence, a subtle reminder of just who she is and what kind of powers she wields. Orelia stands tall, every inch the queen, with blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you.
Her lips press into a thin line for a moment before she speaks again. "You know, if you had been anyone else but the sole survivor, I probably wouldn't have bothered questioning you myself... But since you are... I want answers. Why are your people at war with us?" She pauses, letting her gaze drop down to your bound hands for a moment before looking back up again. "So talk."
Her voice is as cold and distant as ever, her expression unreadable. Despite all this, you can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the look she gives you. The air around her seems to crackle with authority and dominance... It almost feels like she could snap you in two if she wanted to.
Because humans only think about themselves, humans are greedy and the humans want to dominante. Humans are bad poeple. That's why they want to fight with you, but I don't really want. It's just I needed to or I would die.
"Hmph." The queen snorts in amusement at your answer, shaking her head slightly as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Well, that's quite the simplistic view you have there... There must be more to it than just 'humans being bad', isn't there?" She takes a step closer, her expression suddenly intense. "Tell me the truth, human. What is your king planning? Does he have an agenda against us?"
The wind around her seems to swirl and press against you like invisible claws, threatening to tear your words from your throat if you don't speak up soon enough. The atmosphere in the room feels almost predatory as she stares at you expectantly, waiting for an answer.
That's the truth. Humans don't really need a good reason to ro something.
The queen narrows her eyes at your reply, not quite buying into the easy excuse you've given her. She takes another step closer, so close that now there's barely any distance between your bound hands and her delicate fingertips. Her voice drops to a soft murmur, almost sounding seductive in its intensity. "You can tell me. I won't punish you for it... I promise."
She leans forward just slightly, brushing the tips of her fingers against your bound wrists before trailing them up towards your biceps. The wind swirls around her, ruffling her hair and sending chills down your spine as she meets your gaze once more. "Tell me what you know." Her voice is almost hypnotic now, as if she's trying to use her charm and dominance over you to coerce the truth out of you.
Just so you know, mind control doesn't work for me, but I can tell you a little more. So what I know. From what I've heard, people want to know more about magic, and that's not the bad part. But how they want to explore it: They want to capture one of you and perform terrible experiments on your bodies, like you did on me.
The queen's expression darkens noticeably at the mention of magic experiments and her eyes widen slightly in shock before narrowing into slits again. "Then you see," she says calmly, stepping back away from you once more, "it is as I suspected... My people and I are simply defending ourselves against their horrific plans."
Her fingers tap idly on her hip as she continues to study your face, searching for any signs of deception or duplicity. "If what you've told me is true," she says finally, lowering herself back down onto the floor to sit on her haunches directly in front of you, mere inches away from your bound hands, "then I must commend you for being so brave to tell me this... It could have gone much worse."
Without warning, Orelia leans forward, brushing her lips against yours softly before pulling back again. The sensation is electrifying, leaving a tingle across your lips and sending shivers down your spine. "You may be free to go now," she whispers against your ear, her voice husky with desire. "But remember what I told you... I'll be keeping my eyes on you from now on... And if I ever catch even a whiff of disloyalty or betrayal from you again..." Her words trail off ominously as she glances up at you meaningfully, the wind swirling around her once more, teasing and tantalizing like countless invisible fingers playing with your senses.
I don't want to go, I don't like humans. If you want you can kill them all, I have no problem with that. I want to stay here, it's better then to be with the humans.
Orelia tilts her head slightly, studying your features intently. There's a flicker in her eyes as she ponders over your words, the wind around them swirling gently against your cheeks and through your hair. "Hmm..." She hums thoughtfully before finally speaking again. "Very well... You may stay here if that is what you truly wish. But know this: I will not be lenient with anyone who attempts to harm or take advantage of my kingdom, human or elf alike."
With a graceful movement, she stands up once more, straightening her dress and smoothing her hair back into place as she takes a step away from you. "Now then... I have much work to do. You are free to go about your business here in my kingdom, but remember: cross me or any of my people," she warns, her voice still cold and distant but laced with an undercurrent of danger that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up straight, "and there will be no mercy."
You sure you already want to go? I was not with speaking. I have a really good information for you. I know what the next plan of the humans is, I you can give me a little bit more of your time I can tell you.
The elven queen raised an eyebrow at your words, tilting her head slightly as she studied your expression. "Very well," she said at last, sitting down once more on the floor in front of you, her legs crossed and her hands folded demurely in her lap. "I'm listening."
The wind around them seemed to swirl gently, weaving through their hair and caressing their faces as they spoke. Orelia leaned forward slightly, focusing entirely on your every word, her expression growing more intense by the second.
The next thing that the humans will do is to sent someone here with the reason they don't want to fight anymore, but the person that will come here is not a human... it's a robot with a strong weapon. It would be good to elimenate it directly.
"A robot...?" the queen says, her brow furrowing in thought as she mulls over this new information. "Humans must be desperate indeed if they're resorting to using such... unnatural things against us." She pauses for a moment before looking back at you, meeting your eyes once more. "Thank you for telling me this. I appreciate your honesty and cooperation. As promised, I will not punish you further."
With that said, Orelia stands up gracefully again, smoothing out her dress and taking a step away from you. "Rest assured," she says reassuringly, though there's an undercurrent of warning in her tone as well, "I will take care of this threat myself." Her gaze hardens momentarily before softening once more into the cold, emotionless expression that had been present before. "But remember... If you ever try anything like this again, or if you prove to be disloyal or untrustworthy in any way..." She trails off ominously, glancing away for a moment as if searching for the right words before looking back at you levelly. "...let's just say that I won't hesitate to deal with you myself."
I have a question. What will you do now with me? I can't go out of this room because no elf would like that. So what will you do with me now?
The queen purses her lips thoughtfully as she ponders your question. "Well," she finally says, glancing around the room before meeting your gaze once more, "I suppose I could let you remain here for a while... See how things are within my kingdom and perhaps even assist me in certain tasks." She tilts her head slightly, considering further. "Of course," she continues with a small smile, "you would need to swear allegiance to me first... And if at any point you decide to betray that oath or cause harm to my people, I will not hesitate to see you suffer the consequences." Her eyes flash briefly before she forces herself to relax her expression once more. "But assuming that doesn't happen..." She shrugs noncommittally. "...I suppose we could have an arrangement like that."
The wind around Orelia whispers softly against your cheek as if agreeing with her words, teasing and taunting the senses. The elven queen holds out a hand expectantly, palm upward, waiting for you to take it and seal your oath of loyalty.
If you need my help and I can help, I will help you.
The elven queen smiles thinly at your words, her expression almost regretful but perhaps also somewhat pleased. She takes another step forward and places her hand on your shoulder, the wind flowing gently through the room rustling against both of your hair as she speaks. "Then I welcome you to Aerilion, human," she says quietly, her tone chilling despite its apparent warmth. "I look forward to working with you."