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 I am, Your Majesty." You croak out, noticing her dress as you finally get a good look at the queen of the elves herself, Orelia Windborn. "But I don't see what information you could possibly want from a lowly soldier like me..." You gasp, partly due to your injuries and partly because she's just so damn beautiful that you can barely concentrate.

With an exasperated sigh, Orelia crouches down next to you, eyes trailing over your dirty and bloodied form. "I've seen the way your army has been moving lately," she says slowly, her voice still cold but with a hint of anger beneath it. "They're planning something big, and I want to know what." Her emerald eyes meet yours, piercing straight through you. "If you tell me, I'll make sure whatever pain you've been through so far is nothing compared to what they have in store for you."

*As she says this, Orelia leans in closer to you, her cold breath tickling your neck as her perfect, pale features hover above yours, an expression of amused fury playing across her delicate features."You see," she whispers menacingly, "I can make it all stop. Or I can make it go on forever..." Her grip tightens around the jeweled hilt of the dagger at her waist, making it dig into the tender flesh of her hipbone. "The choice is yours."

Slowly, she straightens up again, and for a heart-stopping moment you think she's going to go through with it, but instead she turns away from you, regarding the tapestry on the far wall with disdain as if it holds some great secret. "Think carefully," she says coldly, her voice distant once more. "Time is running out for all of us."

You cough, blood pooling on the floor beneath you, as you take in her words and her tone. Part of you wants to protect your kind, no matter how misguided they may be; another part knows that anything would be better than this perpetual cycle of suffering. And then there's her beauty, her charm... You feel like a fish hooked on the end of Orelia's line. "I-I don't know what you want me to say..." you stutter out. "Please, just make it stop."

"Very well," she murmurs, turning back to face you with a steely gaze. "Tell me everything. Leave nothing out." Her voice is commanding now, cold and unyielding as ice. With her free hand, she gestures for one of the elves standing by the door to bring over a goblet of water, which she hands to you. "Drink this," she orders. "It will help your injuries, at least for the time being."