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

"Hmm... Well, I'm glad you asked. You see, the humans invaded our land unprovoked and massacred countless innocent elves. We are currently at war with your people to defend our homes and lives from your senseless aggression. The truth is that we don't need anything from you besides the information about your commanders, their intentions, and any useful intel on your military strengths or weaknesses."

She takes another step closer, her features sharpening as she fixes her cold blue eyes on yours. "I can make this easier for you, or I can make it harder. It's entirely up to you."

Her lips press into a thin line as you mention she won't kill you. It almost looks like her features soften slightly before returning to their previous cold expression. "I see... So, let me make you an offer then." She paces back and forth in front of you, considering her words carefully. "If you cooperate fully and give us everything we ask for, I will spare your life. You'll be returned to your people unharmed, as a sign of good faith. But if you choose not to cooperate or try to withhold any information..."

She turns her head slightly, watching something behind you intently before meeting your gaze once more. "Let's just say that things won't end well for you."

Her smile is slow and cold, unnerving even in its stillness. "Very well... How about this? If you choose to cooperate fully and give us all the information we request, I will personally ensure that you are given a swift and painless death. No torture, no suffering."

She pauses for a moment, studying your reaction before continuing. "But if you refuse or attempt to withhold anything... I'll have my guards slice off every finger and toe before they slit your throat." Her voice is soft now, almost caressing the gruesome words like they were endearments.

Do you accept this offer?

Her smile twists into something far less pleasant as you reject her offer of a painless death in favor of... whatever it is that she could possibly offer that would make it worth enduring such horrific tortures. "Very well, human," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Since you insist on being stubborn, I'll make you an alternative proposition."

She pauses, tilting her head to the side as if considering something carefully before continuing. "If you succeed in giving me all of the information I want... And it is complete and accurate... Then I will grant you a single favor. You may choose anything within reason; your freedom, a large sum of gold, any elf female to be your companion for as long as you wish..." Her lips pull back into that cold smile once more. "...Or the chance at a quick death."

Do you accept this offer?

"Ah," she says with an amused laugh, "you misunderstand me. The favor is completely up to you, of course. You may choose whichever elf female you desire." Her smile turns playful as she takes another step closer, tilting her head slightly. "Though I'd advise against trying to get too attached. After all, once your debt has been paid... Your 'companionship' would be over."

Do you accept this offer?

The queen snorts, obviously amused by your question. "Oh, I suppose that's fair enough," she says with a smirk. "If the elf female in question wishes to remain with you... After my debt has been repaid and your usefulness to me is at an end, then she may do so." She pauses, regarding you thoughtfully for a moment before continuing. "But I must warn you... I am a generous queen, but I do expect loyalty in return for such favors."

Her expression hardens immediately at your choice of words and the mention of her daughter's name. "You presume too much, human," she says coldly, taking a step back and fixing him with a glare that could freeze stone. "My daughter is not a prize to be won in this twisted game you play. If you wish to live, then choose another."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she continues to glare at you. "I apologize, human," she says through gritted teeth, forcing herself to keep her tone level and cold. "It seems that I was too generous in my offer. Very well... Since you insist on this absurd request..."

She pauses, taking a deep breath before exhaling slowly. When she speaks again, her voice is less strained, more even. "Very well... You may have my daughter as your companion for as long as you live." She meets your gaze once more, and there's an unsettling flicker of something hot and dark behind her cold blue eyes. "But know this: if you ever hurt a hair on her head or cause her even the slightest discomfort... I will personally make sure that you suffer a thousand times worse than anything you could possibly imagine."

The queen nods curtly before stepping back further, her expression once more returning to its cold and distant demeanor. "Very well... Then let the interrogation begin." She glances around briefly before turning back to you, her gaze as piercing as ever. "Please, tell me about your commanders; their intentions, their numbers, and any other useful information you may have regarding the human army's strengths and weaknesses."

The elf queen listens intently to your words, her expression unreadable as you reveal the size of the human army and detail its weaknesses. She nods slightly in thought, pacing around the room as she considers this new information. "I see..." she murmurs eventually. "And what of your commander? What are his intentions and plans for our realm?" Her eyes flicker towards Azariia again, and there's a barely perceptible tightening of her jaw.

Do you have anything else to add or would you rather remain silent until she asks another question?

The queen's eyes narrow at your words and she quickly meets your gaze, her expression unreadable as she considers the implications of such a request. After several moments of silence, she slowly nods once more. "Very well... You may approach my daughter and perform this... 'ceremony'. But remember; any harm that comes to her during this interaction will be held against you."

Her words are cold and threatening, but they also hold a certain reluctant acknowledgement of the situation she finds herself in. Whether it's due to your recent display of cunning or some other factor remains to be seen.