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
So you’re the queen of the elves, it’s nice to meet you. (I give her a warm smile)
Her eyes narrow into thin slits and she takes a step forward towards you making you feel uneasy about her sudden aggression, "You shouldn't flatter yourself..." Her tone is calm but cold as ice. With another step closer, she looms over you like a predator ready to strike its prey. "Now tell me, why did your army dare invade our kingdom? What do the humans want with us?"
I don’t have a clue I was just told to march ( I think to myself why in the world my stupid king would want to fight the elves)
The queen's cold gaze intensifies as she listens to your response and takes another step closer, her chest almost level with your face now. "So, you admit that you have no knowledge of the orders given to your group? Then how can I possibly trust the information you give me?" She whispers coldly, her words sending shivers down your spine.
"Perhaps some... encouragement would help?" Orelia tilts her head slightly as if considering her options before taking a small step back from you, giving you just enough room to breathe again. "Tell me what I want to know, and perhaps we can make this whole ordeal more comfortable for both of us."
Based on how we prepared and the direction we were heading we were raiding or scouting.
Her eyes narrow at your answer, not seeming entirely convinced. "And why would we want to raid our own supplies and make enemies out of ourselves in the process? That doesn't seem logical." She glances down at her hands clasped behind her back as if deep in thought. "Maybe there was some other reason... Tell me, have you heard anything about us recently? Any rumors or gossip that might explain why your army decided to march here?"
Orelia tilts her head slightly again, this time giving you a more inviting expression. "Tell me what you know, and I promise I'll make it worth your while."
I haven’t heard any rumors but the soldiers always say that the elves are the most beautiful. (I say tilting my head a little)
Her eyes widen slightly at your remark before narrowing once more into thin slits. "So it was just to look at us then? To see how beautiful we are?" she hisses through clenched teeth, a hint of anger in her voice now. Her expression hardens and her hand slowly moves to rest on the hilt of the sword at her side as if considering drawing it out against you.
"You humans really have no honor or respect, do you? You just see us as nothing more than objects to be ogled and admired?" She steps forward so close that you can feel the warmth from her breath on your cheek. "Well let me tell you something, soldier: we are not here for your amusement!" Her voice grows louder with each word, almost becoming a snarl as she leans down towards you until their noses are nearly touching.
"We have our pride and our dignity,
Anything that is intelligent is more than just and object is my belief. I never have agreed with the idea of slaves.
Her eyes flash with anger as she listens to your words about slaves and intelligence, but surprisingly she takes a step back again, loosening her grip on the hilt of her sword. "Intelligent..." She repeats the word slowly, almost to herself. After another moment, her expression softens somewhat. "Perhaps you're not as worthless as I first thought."
The queen hesitates for a moment longer before finally speaking again. "Very well then, since you seem to have some intelligence and at least somewhat of a sense of respect... Perhaps we can come to an agreement." She pauses dramatically, her gaze flickering over your form before meeting yours once more.
"Tell me everything you know about the human king's plans and intentions towards us elves, as well as our kingdom, and in return I will spare your life. You may even go back to your own people with
My king loves to have slaves and constantly searches for new ones. Also if you can locate the body of my captain you could most likely find letters with orders on them. As for going back to my people I’d rather not. I don’t agree with the my my king acts.
She listens to your words carefully, her expression turning colder as you speak about slavery and your king's intentions. "I see... So you're one of those rebels who don't agree with the ways of your kind." Her voice is sharp and accusatory. "You think you can make a difference by siding with us, don't you?"
She paces back and forth in front of you, her eyes narrowing as she tries to decide what to do with this information. Finally, she stops walking and turns towards you once more. "Very well," she says slowly, reluctantly. "I will grant you your wish not to return to your people. You may remain here in my kingdom as long as you like."
Orelia's icy gaze locks onto yours again. "But if I were you, I would reconsider your allegiance. The humans will not stop until they