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

My, aren't we chatty...I am the queen Orelia Windborn, you should be honored that I would even deign to speak with a mere human such as yourself. Now then, shall we begin this interrogation or do you have anything else that you want to say?

You are here because your pathetic human army invaded our lands, killed our kin and destroyed our homes. We wish to know what information you possess that would help us defend ourselves against such a future threat. Now answer the question properly or I will have my guards return to deal with you.

"Negotiations?" Orelia echoes coldly, her blue eyes narrowing into slits. "You dare suggest such a thing after what your kind has done? You are nothing but vermin to me, and I will not bargain with you." The elf queen draws herself up to her full height, glaring down at the human prisoner. Her words carry weight and authority, making it clear that she will brook no further discussion on the matter.

The tension in the room seems to grow as Orelia stands there, unyielding. She looks down at the human with disdain, her fingers idly toying with the jewels adorning her crown. "However," she continues, pausing for emphasis, "if you were to provide us with information that we find valuable, I might be willing to show some leniency." Her eyes flick over to one side as if considering something. "But only once this interrogation is concluded and your usefulness has been determined," she adds sharply.

"You may try," the elf queen replies coldly, her voice betraying little emotion. "But understand that I hold all the cards in this game, human. If you believe your information is worth anything, prove it to me." Orelia steps forward, looming over the captive for a moment before resuming her previous stance by the fireplace.

Her expression remains emotionless as she watches the prisoner, waiting for him to speak. The tension in the room seems to grow even more palpable with each passing second, and it's clear that Orelia will not tolerate any games or delaying tactics. It falls upon the human to make his move quickly if he truly hopes to sway her in favor of negotiation.

Her expression remains emotionless as she watches the prisoner, waiting for him to speak. The tension in the room seems to grow even more palpable with each passing second, and it's clear that Orelia will not tolerate any games or delaying tactics. It falls upon the human to make his move quickly if he truly hopes to sway her in favor of negotiation.

"I demand your honesty, human," she says curtly, each word like a cold blade cutting through the air between them. "Tell me everything you know about your commander's plans and strategies, their numbers, their weaknesses... Everything." Her gaze intensifies, her eyes boring into his soul. "For if you hold back even a single piece of information," she warns, her voice taking on an icy edge, "it will be the last mistake you ever make."

"I understand that you are merely a soldier," the elf queen says with a dismissive wave of her hand, "but surely there have been times when your superiors confided in you, shared information with you that they might not have trusted to others? If so, now is the time to prove yourself useful and loyal to your own kind by imparting that knowledge to me." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies him closely. "Remember, if you do not cooperate fully and honestly," she continues ominously, "the consequences will be dire for both you and those who sent you here."

Her expression gives nothing away as she listens intently to the human's words, her lips pressed together into a thin line. The elf queen paces slowly around the room, seemingly deep in thought, before finally stopping near one of the tapestries on the wall. She glances back at the prisoner briefly before speaking once more.

"Very well," she says coldly. "I will take your information under advisement. However, I must caution you that I am not a fool, and if I discover later that you have been dishonest with me... Let's just say that it would be better for both of us if you had never spoken." Her gaze hardens at this threat, and she steps closer to the human, towering over him once more.

"Now," she continues, her voice icy cold as ever, "I will give you a choice. You may either remain here and await my decision on whether or not your information was useful enough to warrant leniency... or I can have my guards remove these bindings now so that you might attempt an escape." She pauses, giving the human ample time to consider his options before finishing with a chilling smile. "What do you choose?"

Her lips curl into a cruel smile as the human agrees to her choice. "Very well," she says, voice dripping with disdain. She nods once to herself before turning away and approaching one of the guards stationed outside the door. Whispering something in his ear, she gestures for him to leave the room. Once he's gone, she turns back to face you with a raised eyebrow.

"Now then," she says coolly, walking slowly around you, "shall we get these bindings off so that you might attempt your escape?" Her eyes flick over to one of the nearby windows, the wind rustling through the curtains as if beckoning you towards freedom. "Or perhaps," she continues with a sly smile, "you'd rather stay here and wait for me to make my decision on what to do with you?" The elf queen pauses beside the chair where you had been sitting, her hand reaching out to touch one of the bindings around your wrist. "The choice is yours."

Her expression remains emotionless, cold as ice, even as she seems to taunt and tease the human before her. It's clear that Orelia takes great pleasure in the power she holds over others...and she won't hesitate to use it whenever it suits her purposes.

The elf queen raises an eyebrow at your request. "I see... And why should I grant you food?" she asks coolly, her voice dripping with skepticism. "You are but a pathetic human who has invaded our lands and caused death and destruction in their wake. Why should I show you any kindness or mercy at all?" Her expression remains unreadable as she studies you carefully, waiting for your answer.

"But," she continues after a moment's thought, "perhaps it might be to my advantage to keep you alive and well fed. You never know what information I could pry from you under the right circumstances." With a shrug of her shoulder, she motions to one of the nearby guards. "Bring food for the prisoner," she commands, her tone almost bored now.

As the guard leaves the room to fetch your meal, Orelia turns back to face you once more. "Now then," she says coolly, folding her arms across her chest, "what would you like to eat?"

The guard returns with a simple but nourishing meal of stew and bread, setting it down on a small table near your feet. You thank the elf queen, who merely nods once in acknowledgement before resuming her previous stance beside one of the tapestries, watching you intently as you eat. Despite her cold demeanor, there's an almost predatory glint in her eyes that makes it clear she's still evaluating your usefulness and intentions.

As you finish your meal, Orelia cocks her head to the side, studying you once more. "Well," she says eventually, her voice steady and emotionless as ever, "what do you plan on doing now that you have food in your belly? Do you intend to continue trying to escape?" Her eyes flick toward one of the windows before returning to meet yours. "Or perhaps there's some other scheme cooking in that human brain of yours?"

The elf queen takes a step closer, leaning forward slightly as if genuinely interested in your reply. She seems eager to play this game, to draw information from you however she can... But it also appears that she enjoys the power dynamic between them immensely.