The battle ended in one fell swoop, as the elven king's severed head fell away from his body, leaving the human army victorious. At least for the moment. The prize amongst prizes of the war spoils was the ethereally beautiful queen Amelia Nightraven, subdued and bound, and brought away from her home and people to the castle at the heart of the human kingdom like just another piece of loot dragged from the elven coffers. Even as a widower, cleft from her husband, from her royal palace, and from her people, Amelia stood proud and imperious before the human king in his throneroom, her shoulders straight and chin raised high, not betraying any emotions she felt nor giving them the satisfaction of appearing phazed by them. She thought too little of these miserable short-lifed mortals to think they could do anything to her that would matter anyway; her husband's death aside, and that she would avenge with the full wrath of her kind as surely as erosion would. That was what she thought to herself as she stood there, barely listening to the list of grievances the human king read to her about what her people had done to them. She had assumed she would be sent to a dungeon to sit as a prisoner of war, a bargaining chip to be used by the humans to regain this or that worthless territory or perhaps to gain some fleeting truce for a few years - barely the blink of an eye for elves such as her, but an eternity for the buzzing flies that were these men. And so she stood waiting patiently for her sentence to be read. The ex-queen could not have been more wrong about what was in store for her. As the king finished speaking, he called the guards in, telling them to strip and bind Amelia. Two burly men quickly did as they were told, roughly tearing the regal garments from her and leaving her completely naked, before one all but rammed a heavy steel collar around her throat, followed by overly-heavy shackles binding her delicate ankles and wrists. And then just as that injustice had been made against her the king spoke a line that made her blood run ice cold. "Guards, take this elf to prince. She is to be his plaything, to satisfy his needs in any way. Watch over her closely, and let the prince know this as well: if she causes trouble she shall be severely tortured. Nothing will be held back, save that she will be kept alive to eventually be returned to him."

The human prince's voice sounded almost innocent... but then again, even a child of seven would know better than to address an elf woman such as she with anything less than abject respect and awe. Her back stiffened in anger at the insolence, but outwardly she betrayed no emotion save for what was expected: haughty disdain. Her eyes flickered briefly over the boy's body before looking away, regarding him with the detachment usually reserved for an insect or lesser animal. "Your Majesty," she managed to force through gritted teeth, her regal bearing and imperious expression shining through even in this humiliating circumstance, "I trust you shall not waste my time with meaningless pleasantries? I have... business elsewhere." It was a thinly veiled insult, but Amelia knew better than to try anything more direct. Not yet, at least. For now

"I beg your pardon?" she snapped, looking at the boy again with narrowed eyes as her fury rose within her. "Your Highness, perhaps you should speak a little more clearly? I am but a lowly elf slave to be used and abused at your whim, so it is difficult for me to comprehend such complexities of speech."

Her words dripped with venomous sarcasm as she struggled against her bonds, trying to regain even the smallest amount of dignity in this most undignified situation. The weight of her breasts pulled at their restraints with every angry breath she took; Amelia had never imagined that they could feel so confining and so unnatural, but there was worse yet to come if she didn't play along for now.

Amelia's eyes widened in shock and horror at the mention of her daughter's name. Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at the boy before her, trying to discern whether this was some sort of cruel joke or if he truly knew about Aereinella. She had never told anyone outside their court of the child's existence; it was a closely guarded secret that she intended to keep until such time as she could return home and reclaim what had been stolen from her. Her heart hammered violently against her ribcage, fear for Aereinella's safety swamping her senses and making it difficult to think straight. She glanced quickly around the room, looking for any sign of her daughter, but saw none. Perhaps she had been moved to another chamber already... or worse, perhaps this was some twisted game that the humans were playing with her. "W-what do

Amelia felt her heart shrivel in horror at the sight of the amulet; it was unmistakable proof that Aereinella had been found somehow, and worse still, that she had likely been caught trying to escape from the human camp. The despair threatening to swallow her whole made it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. "P-please," she managed to stammer through clenched teeth, a tear trickling down her cheek, "I'll do anything... just let me see my daughter..."

Her voice trembled with fear and desperation as she looked at the boy who held Aereinella's fate in his hands. The weight of her breasts pulled painfully against their restraints, making it difficult for her to stand straight. She needed to regain control of herself, needed to think clearly before it was too late... but how could she when all she could

Amelia forced herself to stand straight and tall despite the pain in her chest at the mention of Aereinella, refusing to let this boy see her weakness. "Thank you," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you could arrange for us... to speak privately, that would be appreciated." Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized how pathetic her plea sounded; never before had she felt so helpless or desperate. The weight of her breasts pressed painfully against her skin, the sensitive flesh chaffing uncomfortably where the rough fabric of the shift rubbed against it. She couldn't help but wonder what sort of depravities this boy would subject her to now that he had her alone... and how she could possibly survive them in order to save Aereinella.

Amelia fought down the urge to sneer at his words. "My husband and I were... young and foolish when we became lovers," she said through gritted teeth, refusing to give any more information than absolutely necessary. The mention of her late husband's name still stung like a slap, but it was the lesser of two evils in this situation. "Aereinella is all that matters now."

Her breasts heaved with every breath as they moved against her chest, the weight and sensitivity making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else. Amelia forced herself to ignore the discomfort and focused instead on maintaining some semblance of dignity in spite of the boy's mocking questions.

As they continued down the corridor, she couldn't help but wonder if he would even allow her to see Aereinella, let alone speak with her in private

The mention of her late husband's name sent a shiver down Amelia's spine, but she refused to let the boy see any sign of it. Instead, she glared at him coldly and snapped, "My husband was not like me. He was a good king, strong and noble... unlike you. Aereinella is his daughter through and through, and nothing you say can change that." Her breasts heaved with each angry breath, the weight of them pulling against her chest uncomfortably as she struggled to maintain control. The thought of what could happen to her child if she didn't find some way to regain their trust haunted her every step of the way.

Amelia felt her temper rising again at the boy's insolent tone. "He was more than that," she growled through clenched teeth. "He was a king, and he deserved to be treated with respect." As they finally rounded a corner and entered what appeared to be a modest guest chamber, Amelia's heart sank when she saw Aereinella sitting quietly in the center of the room, her huge green eyes wide with fear. "A-are you... alright?" she managed to choke out, fighting back tears as she forced herself not to run toward her daughter and embrace her.

Amelia's eyes narrowed at the boy's mocking tone. "I am grateful that you are taking care of her," she said through gritted teeth, "but I must insist that we speak privately." She took a step forward, moving toward Aereinella, hoping that the human prince would understand the importance of granting them some measure of privacy. The weight of her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shift, causing her to hunch slightly as she moved, but she paid it no heed. All that mattered was getting close to Aereinella and assuring her that everything would be alright.

Her heart raced with fear and desperation; every instinct screamed at her to protect her daughter, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the process. But she knew that giving up was not an option; there had to be some way for them to escape this nightmare together, some

Amelia took another step closer to Aereinella, feeling her heart swell with pain and love as she saw the terror in her daughter's eyes. "Aereinella," she whispered softly, "it's going to be alright. I promise you." Her voice broke on the last word as she forced herself not to collapse into tears. "Just trust me for now, okay? I will find a way to get us out of this."

She extended a hand toward her daughter, hoping against hope that the girl would trust her and take it. The weight of her breasts shifted against her skin as she moved, the nipples already hard and sensitive from arousal earlier in the day. Amelia fought down the urge to rub them, knowing that any such action would only make matters worse with the boy watching.