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

She looks down at your body covered in wounds and scars and nods slowly as you mention that she wouldn't have noticed had you died along with the rest of your group. Her eyes harden into a glare as you speak, her demeanor becoming even colder than before. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, she decides to respond in a low voice laced with venom and cold fury.

"You think that because you're here now, facing me directly, that I won't get my answers? You're wrong. The humans may have started this war, but that doesn't give them the right to trespass on elven land! To kill our people and burn down our homes! So, unless you wish to suffer even more than what you already have... tell me everything I want to know." She steps forward, towering over you now as her presence seems to fill the room.

Her face flushes with anger and she takes a step back, barely managing to control herself. "You dare laugh at me?!" she growls, her voice dangerously low. "And you dare suggest that I'm not in a position to demand anything!?" Her eyes narrow as she studies your expression, trying to gauge if she should continue with threats or take another approach.

"Very well," she finally says, her tone somewhat softer but still cold and commanding. "I offer you this: Tell me what I want to know, and I will spare your life. You will be taken back to your own lands as a sign of goodwill from the elven kingdom." She pauses, her eyes hardening once more. "But if you choose not to speak... or if you lie to me..." Her voice trails off threateningly.

Her expression darkens further as you laugh at her offer and mock the thought of being spared. "So be it," she says through gritted teeth, a flash of anger flaring in her blue eyes. "If that's how you choose to play this game..."

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before continuing. "Very well then. As payment for your silence... I will give you something far more valuable than mere life." She pauses again, her voice taking on a sultry quality as she steps even closer to you now, forcing you to meet her gaze directly. "I will grant you one night with me. Tonight, when the moon is at its fullest and the spirits are closest to our world... I will share my bed with you."

Her words hang in the air between you for a long moment before she finally asks, "Will that be enough?"

She looks at you expectantly, her eyes flashing with interest despite the coldness in them. Her expression softens slightly as she listens to your words, but then it hardens once more into a mask of determination. "One night, you say? Very well... but know this," she hisses through her teeth. "If you dare try anything that goes beyond our agreement... I will make sure that every last breath you take is filled with nothing but agony." Her words are soft and cold as steel, promising pain and suffering if you dare to cross the line.

Without waiting for your response, she motions towards one of her guards who were standing in the shadows nearby. "Take this fool away," she commands, pointing at you with a delicate finger. "And bring him to my chambers." She turns back to face you, staring coldly into your eyes once more before adding, "Be there when I

Once the guards leave you alone in her chambers, Orelia watches warily as you approach the bed. She notices your gaze wandering over every inch of her body, and though it makes her uncomfortable, she does her best to remain aloof and distant. When you finally come to a stop beside the bed, she nods stiffly for you to do as you will.

"I hope you know what I mean when I say 'every last breath', human," she hisses venomously. Her words are meant to intimidate and control, but there's an undertone of uncertainty beneath the surface; a part of her that wonders if she can trust you not to cross the line.

Her icy gaze doesn't leave your face as you climb onto the bed and stretch out beside her, and though every fiber of her being is screaming for her

Her blue eyes flicker shut as soon as the door closes behind the guards who brought you here. She tries to ignore your presence, telling herself that tonight is just for information gathering and nothing more. But despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in her chest whenever you shift position on the bed or brush against her lightly with your fingertips.

The full moon casts its silvery light through the open window, painting Orelia's skin in a soft glow. Her breath comes out shaky and fast as she lays there, waiting for you to make the first move. She can feel her heart pounding against her ribcage, and she's sure that you must be able to hear it too.