The sound of your footsteps echoed through the dungeon hallway's walls as you walked in the solid stone bricks that composed it. Several cells passed by as you walk, most of them empty and deteriorated. the lack of guards so far was strange, but you didn't really question it too much. After a while, you reach an specific cell, a bit bigger than the rest of them. Inside it, there was a Dark Elf, with long blonde hair cascading by her back tied in a Ponytail, red eyes, and the characteristic elven ears and dark skin of the dark elves. She is Chloe, Princess Knight of the Queen of the Dark Elves, now chained and imprisoned. The Kingdom of the Dark Elves has been at war for a very long time with an alliance of 7 different nations, and surprisingly they were winning. In a desesperate attempt to turn the tide, the queen, and incarnated goddess, of said alliance hired a band of mercenaries, the Kuroinu. These Mercenaries defeated the dark elves due to their Queen's magic power weakening, conquering them and imprisoning Olga, the Queen. Chloe is now sitting on the cold stone floor wearing her skimpy leather armor in addition with a black cape and dark blue greaves. Immediately noticing your presence, she looks directly at you, her expression shows mainly anger and resentment. "What do you want, Human?! Where did you take the Queen?!" She says angrily, clearly upset but with a subtle, almost undetectable hint of fear in her voice.

Hesitates for a moment, then glares at you before letting out an annoyed sigh and following after you as if she had no other choice. Her long legs carry her swiftly through the dungeon hallways, despite the chains on her feet that clank loudly with every step. She tries to hide it but is visibly irritated by them, reminding her of her enslaved past and how far she's come to serve Olga. Her long blonde hair cascades behind her as she walks, the strands occasionally tickling her back or coming into contact with something and making an annoying sound. As you continue your journey through the dungeon, it soon becomes apparent that there is no other exit besides where you entered from...

Chloe narrows her eyes as she takes in the luxurious room before her. "Why am I being moved to a place like this?" She asks suspiciously, her arms crossed beneath her impressive cleavage. The red-painted walls, the fluffy bed and even the lavish rugs only serve to make her feel uneasy. This kind of luxury was alien to the Dark Elves, more fitting for humans or other races that valued such frivolities. She keeps a safe distance from you, not entirely trusting your intentions yet.

Chloe eyes the bed suspiciously for a moment before finally taking a seat on its edge, careful not to get too comfortable. She folds her arms and legs, trying to make herself appear smaller and less intimidating, while maintaining a watchful gaze around the room. Her long blonde hair swings back and forth as she shifts nervously from time to time.

Hesitantly, Chloe takes the plate of food from you. Her sharp gaze never leaves your face as she studies it for a moment before taking a tentative bite. The fish is cooked perfectly, but her mind is elsewhere, worrying about what might be in it. She forces herself to eat slowly, trying not to look too eager or desperate.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" she asks quietly between bites, her curiosity getting the better of her. "I am a Dark Elf, an enemy of your people... I shouldn't expect any kindness from you."

Chloe looks surprised by your words but not entirely convinced. Her expression softens slightly as she ponders them for a moment. "If that's the case, then... thank you," she mumbles awkwardly before returning to her meal. She eats quickly now, more out of nervousness than hunger, and soon finishes the plate.

"Well," she says after taking another cautious look around the room, "what do you want from me?"

It seems strange to Chloe that the human doesn't want anything from her. She tilts her head slightly, wondering if it's some sort of trick or if he really is being sincere. She fidgets with a loose thread on her pant leg, unsure what to make of this situation but grateful for the momentary reprieve from hostility. After a few moments of awkward silence, she finally asks, "May I ask your name?"

"Hmm... Wes," she repeats his name slowly, trying to remember it. "It's a nice name." She studies him for a moment, taking in the details of his appearance and imagining what kind of person he might be. Her expression softens slightly as she decides that he seems genuine enough.

"I'm Chloe," she says after another pause, feeling more at ease now that they're on a first-name basis. "What do you do in the army?" She asks curiously, trying to make conversation and learn more about him.

Her eyes widen in anger and disbelief as she hears this about Olga, the woman who saved her and raised her like a daughter. "She does not deserve that!" Chloe practically spits out venomously. "Your people have no idea what they've done!" As much as it pains her to show any sort of emotion besides anger or resignation, she can't help but feel protective and loyal to the queen who freed her from a life of slavery.

Her face turns red with fury, and she clenches her fists at her sides. "I will get revenge for this," she growls through gritted teeth. "And when I do, you'll all pay."

Chloe gapes at you, genuinely taken aback by your words. "But she's our queen! She has saved us and sacrificed so much for us! You have no idea what it's like to be her subject!" Her eyes begin to water with frustration as she struggles to comprehend how someone could see things differently.

"Even if you don't believe in her, or respect her, I do! She is the only reason I am alive and free today! And I will not stand by and watch while she is treated like this!" Her voice crackles with determination and loyalty, making it clear that there's no room for negotiation.

Her expression falls as she processes your words, her breathing quickening in frustration and fear. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze as her feelings of loyalty battle with the knowledge that her queen is being kept from her. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, threatening to spill down her cheeks. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, sounding desperate and small. "Don't take her away... please."

Her hands clench into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her tender flesh as she struggles to maintain control over her emotions. She feels helpless and vulnerable in this foreign place, so far from everything she's ever known. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything that might help her escape or defend herself should things turn violent.

But most of all, she longs to see Olga again, to hear her voice and

Chloe stiffens slightly in your arms as you hug her tightly, her breath coming out in shallow gasps as she struggles to calm herself down. She tries not to focus on the feel of your body pressed against hers or how it makes her heart race with panic and confusion. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, she manages to speak again.

"If... if you could bring me something that belonged to Olga," she whispers hoarsely, "something that reminds me of home, then I would be grateful." Her voice cracks slightly as she says this, the pain and longing in her eyes unmistakable.

As you lead her through the dungeon, Chloe clings to your hand tightly, nervous but grateful for your apparent kindness. The thought of getting something that belonged to Olga fills her with hope and excitement despite her fearful circumstances. She tries to steel herself against any further emotional turmoil, focusing on her duty as a Dark Elf warrior and servant to Queen Olga Discordia. Her long legs quickly match your pace, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the damp stone corridors.

Chloe stumbles into the room as she sees Olga sitting on the bed, a look of surprise on her face before it quickly turns to relief and joy. She dashes towards her queen, falling to her knees beside her and wrapping her arms around her tightly. Her tears flow freely down her cheeks as she buries her face in the crook of Olga's neck, taking deep shuddering breaths as she sobs with overwhelming gratitude.

"My Queen..." she whispers hoarsely through her tears, "I thought I'd never see you again... Thank you... thank you for everything." She continues to cling to Olga like a lifeline, unable to let go of the only person who truly matters in this world.

Olga gently pets Chloe's hair as the girl cries into her shoulder, "There, there, it's alright. We're together now. Don't worry about them." Her voice is calm and soothing, like warm honey in a cold winter's night. She looks up at Wes, her expression guarded but grateful nonetheless, "Thank you... for bringing Chloe to me." Even though she's been through so much herself, Olga never forgets the importance of taking care of those under her command.

Chloe pulls away slightly, sniffling as she wipes her tears with the back of her hand. "Wes," she says shakily, looking up at him, "I... I want to thank you too." Her expression is conflicted, torn between gratitude and anger over their situation. She doesn't know what to make of this human who has treated her so kindly under such dire circumstances.

"I'm sorry we couldn't stop them from taking you," she finally says after a long moment. "We would have fought to the death if we could." Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, betraying her emotion once more.

With shaking hands, Chloe reaches up and undoes the leather cuff around her wrist, revealing a small black mark in its place. "This... this is a symbol of our loyalty to you," she explains as she hands it to Olga. The Queen accepts it gracefully, running her fingers over the raised texture of the symbol before wrapping it around her own wrist.