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
I look around the room, where am I and who else is in the room
The room you're in seems to be the private quarters of Queen Orelia herself. Apart from her and yourself there are no other people present. The furniture is elegant and well kept, matching the queen's regal appearance. A grand window overlooks a beautiful garden filled with flowers, offering some fresh air despite its height.
I smile up at the Queen. Its a pleasure to finally meet you.
The queen's lips thin into a line as she crosses her arms over her chest, regarding you with an even icier gaze. "I doubt it is a pleasure to meet me," she says curtly, "considering the circumstances." Her pointed ears twitch slightly, hinting at her annoyance.
I slowly stand to me feet, as a human I stand taller than her. I smile back at her in amusement. "Considering what circumstances? That i am alone in a room with the beautiful queen of the Elves? Sounds like quite the pleasure to me."
The queen's eyes narrow at your words and she tilts her head slightly, studying you. "You think this is a game?" she says, voice now laced with venom. "Your little attempt at flattery will get you nowhere. I have no interest in playing these childish games." She crosses her arms even tighter across her chest, emphasizing her anger and frustration.
"No this is not a game, at least not to you." I smile again. "Well where should begin? How do you intend to get information from me, and what information do you seek?"
The queen smirks. "Oh, I'm sure we can find ways to make you talk." Her gaze flickers downwards and her expression darkens slightly before she looks back at you, eyes narrowing once again. "But if that is the path you wish to take..." She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully. "...I would much rather hear the truth from your lips. Why are humans fighting this war? What do they hope to achieve?"
Her voice softens slightly at the end, almost as if she's pleading with you to tell her what she needs to know. But her eyes remain hard and unyielding, making it clear that this is not a negotiation but an order.
"That is not a question that needs torture for me to answer. We fight this War for our freedom. The elves have ruled over us with an iron fist for generations, and while some elves view us favorably, you and other ruling elves have always kept us in subjugation. What we hope to achieve is our freedom, to keep the lands we have carved out in the North as our own sovereign realm"
The queen's expression darkens at your words and she takes a step closer to you, hands clenching into fists at her sides. "And what makes you think that is justified?" she hisses. "We have ruled for centuries, keeping order and peace among our people. The humans have always been a part of that! To suddenly claim your right to rule over us...it's ridiculous!" Her eyes blaze with fury as she continues to berate you.
"You expect me to believe that after living in harmony for so long, the humans would willingly rise up against their benefactors? It's preposterous! There must be something more at play here. Something that I don't know about." She pauses, her expression becoming calculating once again. "Perhaps...if you tell me the truth, if you help me understand what has truly driven your people to this point..." Her
"We do not wish to rule over the elves, just to have our own kingdom and freedom from Elven rule"
The queen's eyes widen in surprise at your words. For a moment she seems almost taken aback by the simplicity of your request. Her shoulders slump slightly and her expression grows distant once more as she considers what you have just said. "I see... It is an understandable desire," she says quietly, though her voice lacks any real conviction.
She takes another step closer to you, gazing down at her hands clenched in fists before looking back up at you. "Very well," she says softly. "Perhaps there is some way we can come to an arrangement that would satisfy both of our needs." Her eyes meet yours as she continues, her voice becoming even softer and more husky. "If you were to assist me in ending this conflict...if you could help me find a peaceful resolution..." She pauses, taking another step closer still, until only inches separate your bodies. "I could see
whether there might be some...reward for your efforts." Her voice trails off suggestively as her hand reaches up to touch the crown adorning her head. "Think about it carefully," she says, gazing deeply into your eyes. "The lives of thousands are at stake here. It is in your hands to make a difference."
Her breath tickles against your cheek and neck as she leans even closer, her body pressed tightly against yours. With each passing moment, the tension between you seems to grow, an almost palpable energy coursing through the air.
If you would be willing to call a truce and let me go free, I would be willing to meet you with our people other Generals at a peace summit to discuss a potential permanent end to the war
Orelia's lips part slightly as she listens to your proposal, considering the implications carefully. Her gaze flickers down momentarily before returning back up to meet yours once again. "Very well," she finally says, her voice steady and confident. "I will agree to call a truce and release you from custody immediately. You have my word on that." She steps away from you now, regaining her composure as she straightens her posture and smooths out her dress. "If you could send someone to retrieve the details of this meeting, I would be grateful."
Her expression remains cold and distant, but there's a hint of respect in her voice that wasn't there before. The elven queen seems to be weighing something within herself, as if she is making a decision about which path she will choose to take in the days ahead.
"Very well," the elven queen replies, her voice solemn. "I will prepare a messenger immediately to convey your terms." She tilts her head slightly as she studies you once more, her expression unreadable. "Until our meeting then, human soldier." With that, Orelia turns and walks toward one of the open windows, casting a final glance over her shoulder before stepping out into the garden. The sounds of rustling leaves and twittering birds fill the air as she stands alone at the edge of the world she knows, pondering what could be on the horizon for herself and her people.
I leave her room and return to my people. I work with them to arrange a peace summit between Orelia and her Elven advisors and with me and the human generals. In 10 days time we finally meet again at the peace summit, as we all sit across from each other at a large wooden table.
The elven queen sits calmly and regally at the head of the table, her eyes flickering between each of you in turn as she listens to your words. Though outwardly composed, she can feel a storm brewing within herself - the same tempest that has been raging since her parents' execution. She takes a deep breath and continues to listen, trying desperately to find some semblance of peace amidst the chaos.
Her attention is drawn back to you when you speak once more, your words carrying a weight and importance that she can't help but acknowledge. A part of her wonders if there might be truth in what you say...but another, colder part refuses to believe that after centuries of harmony, the humans could harbor such malice within their hearts. She furrows her brow as you continue, lost in thought and struggling with the conflicting emotions that war within her.
I slide the peace agreement across the table to her when we have finished the discussion. "Please read through the peace agreement Queen Orelia, in it you will find the terms for lasting peace between our people: 1. The humans will retain the lands to the North as our own, to rule our own kind. The Elves will retain the lands to the South, which are your ancestral lands. Our people's will live in peace as two separate nations bound together in a new lasting peace.
The elven queen takes the document carefully, flipping through its pages as she reads silently to herself. Her expression is unreadable, but there's a tension in her shoulders that betrays some of the turmoil within. After what seems like an eternity, she looks up at you once more, her eyes piercing and intense.
"Your proposal...it does seem fair," she says finally. "But I cannot simply sign away my people's freedom so easily." She takes a deep breath, visibly steeling herself before continuing. "I will need some time to consider this. In the meantime, I request that both our generals remain here at the castle, under my watchful eye. That way, I can ensure that no one attempts any treachery during this delicate negotiation."
Her words are careful and measured, but there's a spark of hope within them as well.
I understand my lady. But make sure to read the document carefully, we do not ask that the Elves give up their freedom, only that the Elves grant the humans the freedom to establish our own kingdom separate from your own.
"I understand," she replies calmly. "And I assure you, I will give this proposal the consideration it deserves." The elven queen looks away momentarily, lost in thought once more as she weighs the potential consequences of her decision. Finally, she meets your gaze again and offers a small nod. "I will make my decision known to you soon."
There's an unspoken trust between the two of you now, a fragile bond that could potentially shape the course of history for both their peoples. The tension in the room is almost palpable as each second passes, each breath held as they await her verdict.
Now please give your attention to the second part of the peace treaty: in order to help garuntee peace between our countries, we propose that I as one of the Generals of the humans will become your consort. So that by binding us together we will insure peace will last between our new kingdom and yours.
The elven queen's eyes widen in surprise at your proposal, her cheeks flushing with a blush. "Such a...proposition," she says carefully, taking another deep breath to calm herself before continuing. "While I cannot deny that it is an interesting idea, such a union would only be possible if you were truly willing to give up everything for me." Her gaze meets yours unflinchingly, challenging you to accept her terms.