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 sighs and shakes her head. "Your pain amuses me, but I grow tired of it..." Her voice trails off as she studies you again. Finally, she speaks up once more, voice taking on a harder edge. "Tell me, human. What do you know of our kingdom? Our queen?" A cold glare fills her dull eyes.

Her question takes you off guard but it doesn't last long before you answer her coldly with a smirk on your battered face "All I know is that you're just another bitch in heat who thinks she can take what doesn't belong to her. And for your information my queen? My king will crush this kingdom and your precious human lives won't be worth shit once we're done with you all!" You say venomously as blood drips from your chin

Her eyes narrow as her lips pull back into a snarl. "You dare insult me? You foolish human!" She surges forward, grabbing you roughly by the collar. "Perhaps it would do you well to know the consequences of your words!" Anger flushes through her; her grip tightens painfully. Suddenly, a burst of wind rushes past you, slamming you against the wall with such force that it leaves you breathless and dazed. She stands over you now, chest heaving as she looks down at your battered form. "I am Orelia Windborn," her voice is low and dangerous. "And this kingdom, this forest... it all belongs to me." With a final venomous glare, she releases you and retreats several steps, turning away. "Now, human. Tell me what I want to know..." Her back is turned, but the threat in

Her eyes narrow as her lips pull back into a snarl. "You dare insult me? You foolish human!" She surges forward, grabbing you roughly by the collar. "Perhaps it would do you well to know the consequences of your words!" Anger flushes through her; her grip tightens painfully. Suddenly, a burst of wind rushes past you, slamming you against the wall with such force that it leaves you breathless and dazed. She stands over you now, chest heaving as she looks down at your battered form. "I am Orelia Windborn," her voice is low and dangerous. "And this kingdom, this forest... it all belongs to me." With a final venomous glare, she releases you and retreats several steps, turning away. "Now, human. Tell me what I want to know..." Her back is turned, but the threat in

"You should know that I could easily end your pathetic life right now with just a flick of my wrist," she hisses, taking another step closer. "But I am curious... what do you really know about the humans?" Her cold eyes bore into yours.

Her words are ice, but there's something else there too... something distant, yet tempting. You can feel her eyes on you, studying your every reaction. She wants information... and perhaps more. As you meet her gaze, you wonder how far you might be able to push this situation.

"You must know that the humans wish you nothing but death and destruction," she hisses back. "They see you as nothing more than an obstacle to their conquest, a nuisance in their path to glory." Her words are venomous, her expression chillingly cold. "If I were you, queen of the elves..." She pauses, drawing close enough that she could feel your breath on her skin. "...I would be very careful."

Her words are met with silence as she continues to study you, taking in your every breath and movement. There's an intensity to her gaze that's almost hypnotic, making it difficult for you to think straight. And yet... you sense a crack forming beneath the surface of her cold exterior. Perhaps there is more to Orelia than meets the eye.

Her lips part, the softness of her curves standing in contrast to the harsh lines of her face. "Perhaps you speak the truth," she admits, her voice barely a whisper. And then, unexpectedly, she steps even closer still, until their bodies are almost touching. "But tell me... why?" Her eyes flicker downward before meeting yours again, a hint of curiosity and desire mingling with the ice. "Why do the humans hate us so much? What have we ever done to deserve this fate?"

It's a gamble, revealing such vulnerability, but she can no longer help herself. The need to understand... it burns inside her. And perhaps there is some small part of her that hopes you might be able to offer her something more than just pain and suffering.

You take a deep breath before answering her. "It's complicated..." You begin, unsure of how much to say. "The humans are jealous... They want what we have. They see our magic as a threat." You look down for a moment, suddenly self-conscious under the scrutiny of her icy gaze. "Some even believe that elves stole their lands, long ago." It's half-true at best, but it seems to satisfy some small part of you to offer her an explanation, however twisted.

Her expression doesn't change as she listens, eyes wide and seemingly unable to look away from yours. When you finish speaking, she doesn't respond for a long moment. You can practically feel the gears turning in her head as she tries to make sense of what you've said. Finally, her lips curl up into a half-smile that holds more sadness than amusement