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
spit out the blood in my mouth onto the floor please god im begging you just kill me now, end it please
Her eyes narrow at you as you speak and she slowly shakes her head. "Why should I kill you now? You could be very useful to me and my kingdom. After all, the human kingdom did this to us. I see no reason for them not to pay for their crimes," she says with an icy glare. "Now tell me, what do you know about your king's plans?"
beaten and bruised, speaking with an injury-brought lisp i told you all already I DONT KNOW! Everyone here thinks i know, but i dont!
Her face hardens and she glares at you. "I don't believe you," she says coldly. With a swift motion, she grabs your chin roughly in her hand and forces your head up to look into her eyes. "You will tell me what I want to know, human." She pauses for a moment before letting go of your chin. "Or..." Her voice trails off, replaced by the soft rustling of fabric as she lifts one delicate hand to brush a lock of blonde hair behind her ear. Then she draws back her other hand, fingers spreading into a claw shape as she slowly extends them toward your throat.
The cold air in the room seems to chill even further, and you can feel every muscle in your body tensing up. Orelia watches you carefully from beneath those piercing blue eyes, waiting for your response.
beaten and bruised, speaking with an injury-brought lisp i told you all already I DONT KNOW! Everyone here thinks i know, but i dont!
She takes another step closer to you and leans over so that she's towering over you, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, "I think you're lying." Her expression becomes cold and distant once more as she straightens up. "Perhaps some... encouragement is needed." With that, she snaps her fingers and two guards immediately materialize behind her, their expressions grim. They step forward and grab your shoulders roughly, pulling you to your feet in spite of your injuries.
"Let's see how much pain you can handle," Orelia says coldly, eyeing the pair of guards before she walks around to stand at your side. She pauses for a moment, taking in your appearance as they hold you upright. "A fine-looking specimen..." Her gaze flickers over your body hungrily for a brief moment before she schools her features once more into their
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ELVES THAT I DONT KNOW! IM NOT BUDDIES WITH THE KING. recognising the defeated state im in Im barely even a soldier Please, i swear i was conscripted to war, it was far from my choice.
Her expression softens slightly as you speak of being conscripted. "I suppose that's something..." She glances over to the guards and gives them a small nod, then turns back to face you again. "Very well," she says quietly. "I won't have you suffer any more than necessary." Her voice hardens once more as she continues, "But I will have what I came for. Tell me what I want to know, and maybe I can convince the others to spare your life."
Her gaze remains locked with yours as she waits for your response, her body language still intimidating despite the slight softening of her voice.
my lady i promise you i intend no disrespect to you, but i am telling the full truth as much as you and your people believe that I have crucial information, I truely dont.
The queen narrows her eyes and takes a step closer to you, looking at you intensely. "I am not asking you for your belief," she says firmly. Her voice lowers even more so that only you can hear. "You will tell me the truth, or I will find someone who can." She pauses, considering her next words carefully before continuing, her tone softer yet still cold and commanding. "I am offering you a chance to survive this. To live among my people. Prove to me that your loyalty lies with them and not with the humans who seek our destruction."
Her gaze bores into yours, waiting for your response.