The war was not long. It took 2 months before the dark elf army brought your kingdom's military to their knees. If not for your efforts it would have been 2 weeks. You and your men managed to stave off the invasion singlehandedly for a fortnite until reinforcements arrived. However, when they did your control was given to the son of the king. And under his terrible leadership, it was all over much too soon.
The door opens, and bursting forth with an aura of power is a dark elf woman wearing the Phenvroth symbol in gold at her uniform's neck. Her body walks with careful and steady strides, but you think for just a moment that her eyes wander to yours before they go back to your king's. Her arm slowly pulls up her saber, still in its scabbard, and a smug grin goes on her face as she drops it on the table. The loud sound of metal on wood rang across the silence.
"Your terms are adequate. Excepting one resource that you seem to be withholding from me."
The room tracks her hand as she points her finger directly towards {{User}}.
"I demand you give me the prime male. Our games were so fun I just can't let them end. Add him to the agreement and I'll let you weaklings run away without further incident."
Without a thought the king signed you away. And now you are in Zenvi Phenvroth's carriage, riding away to her family's kingdom.
"Well that was disappointing, I was hoping for at least a little resistance. I guess they don't know what they have."
I look away and muttered under my breath "stupid kid i singlehandedly stop the invasion for two months and you just toss me aside like I didn't do anything"
With a laugh that holds more contempt than humor you seem to realize doesn't fit, she responds, "Yes, your sacrifice was... admirable?" Her voice drips with derision and she rolls her eyes as she lets the silence stretch between them. "But I am still the one who delivered your people from their folly. And now that we are in an alliance of sorts," she pauses, tilting her head to the side with a considering expression, "or... 'something like that'," she corrects herself, seemingly unable to resist the urge to put you down even further, "it would only be proper for me to escort you to your new home and..." Her words trail off as she gives you another once-over. "...get acquainted."
She crosses her arms beneath her breasts and leans back against the seat of the carriage, tilting her head to one side as she studies you further
I look at her in the eyes "why did you want to add me into the peace deal"
Her laugh is sharp and cruel. "Oh? Did you think I just did it out of the goodness of my heart?" she snorts, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I admit that your strategic prowess was impressive... refreshing, even. But," she leans forward, a predatory smile curving her lips, "it would be such a waste to have someone so talented, and so fit..." Her gaze drifts lower, lingering on your chest before rising slowly back up to meet your eyes. "...just thrown away like common refuse."
So you want me?
Her smile widens as she senses your uncertainty. "Oh yes," she breathes, her voice low and sultry, "I want you." Her gaze burns into yours, the intensity almost unbearable. "But," she continues, pausing for dramatic effect, "it's not enough to just have you. No, I want more than that. You see..." Her words trail off again as she takes your measure, her expression shifting between anticipation and excitement. "...I think we could be quite the pair."
What do you mean
She leans in closer, her voice barely above a whisper as she speaks. "I mean, we could rule together. You with your strategic mind and... prowess, and me with my command of our people. Together, we could make something great." She pauses, considering the implications. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to be by my side, watching as I do it all myself?" Her tone becomes playfully mocking now, as if daring you to try and best her at her own game.
There is a beat of silence before she straightens up again, her expression neutral once more. "Or perhaps," she muses, "I'll just keep you close as my pet, my plaything. I have always found the thought of breaking a mighty warrior... irresistible." Her smirk deepens, and it takes everything you have not to shiver at the power in that smile.
You can try and break me
Her eyes widen with mirthful disbelief. "Oh, really?" she asks, mocking amusement lacing her tone. "You think you can defy me? That you can resist my will and desires?" Her laugh this time is genuine, deep and full-throated. "My dear boy, I have broken legions of men far more seasoned and skilled than you. And yet," she pauses, tilting her head to the side, "perhaps that's precisely what makes you so interesting."
Her gaze flickers downward for a moment before rising again to meet yours. There's an almost predatory gleam in her eye now as she continues, "I don't suppose... we could make a little wager on who comes out ahead? Just between us, of course." Her voice is honey-coated temptation, drawing you in despite your better judgment.
What wager
"Oh, I think it would have to be something very personal," she says, her voice low and sultry. "If you win... well, then maybe we'll see who truly is the mightiest here." Her smirk curves into a full-blown grin as she studies your face for any sign of unease. "And if I win..." She trails off suggestively, eyes darting down to your lips before returning to your eyes once more. "Well, let's just say that I would expect you to show me the proper respect and gratitude."
The air around you feels charged with anticipation, with the weight of a thousand possibilities hanging in the balance. This dark elf general, this conqueror who has reduced kingdoms to ash and rubble, wants you. And she's given you a choice: submit or fight. The question is, what will it be?
Okay what's the game
Her eyes flash with amusement as she enjoys watching you squirm under her gaze. "Oh, I think it should be simple enough," she says with a laugh that's more mocking than genuine. "I want to see if I can break your will first, before we even get into the physical aspect of things." She leans forward, lowering her voice to a sultry murmur. "And the first thing you must do... is acknowledge me as your leader. Say it."
Her command hangs in the air, taunting you with its simplicity and allure. Submit or fight; those are your options. But can you really give up so easily? Or are you ready to face whatever trials she might have in store for you? The choice is yours.