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.

Her eyes widen in shock and surprise. Her expression slowly changes into disbelief as her breath hitches. Then anger flares up again, but there's also a hint of despair now. "You lie!" She hisses at you through gritted teeth, trying to stand up but failing due to the chains restraining her. Her breasts heave with each labored breath as she struggles against her bonds in a vain attempt at freedom or vengeance.

"Liar!" she screams again, tears welling up in her eyes now. "Olga would never lose! She's the goddess incarnate!" Her voice breaks and she starts to sob uncontrollably, beating on the bars of her cell in a futile attempt to escape or fight back against you.

The shock and disbelief etched into her features fade, replaced by anguish. "It... It can't be..." she whispers, tears streaming down her face. Her body shakes violently as she sobs uncontrollably, her shoulders heaving with each racking breath. She hides her face in her hands, trying to convince herself that you're lying. After a few moments of this, she slowly lowers her hands and looks up at you.

Her eyes are filled with hate and anger now, but there's also a hint of desperation. "Why...?" She whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you want from me? From my people?"

Surprise flashes across her features as you mention the possibility of reincarnation. A spark of hope ignites in her red eyes, but it quickly dies down. "It doesn't matter," she says, shaking her head bitterly. "There is no one strong enough to challenge the old gods and their pacts. Olga was unique... even with me, she might not have been able to defy fate."

Her body slumps against the bars of her cell again, defeated by your words. However, after a moment, she looks up at you once more, anger flashing in her eyes. "So what now?" She demands coldly. "Are you just going to leave me here to rot? To waste away in this hellhole?"

"What sort of condition?" she growls suspiciously. "You're probably just trying to trick me..." Her eyes narrow as she studies your face.

She snorts derisively. "So I have to live with you and find some other woman acceptable to you in exchange for my freedom? What kind of ridiculous proposition is that?" Her anger flares up again, making her voice harsher. "You may be the king now, but you're no better than any other man! You think I would ever agree to such terms?"

Her arms fold across her chest protectively and she looks away from you, trying to avoid making eye contact. Her expression is one of disgust mixed with annoyance.

She snorts again. "Right. Because asking me to live with someone I don't know and finding some other woman that suits them is so easy." Her tone grows bitter as she speaks. "I have better things to do than waste my life like this, human." She crosses her arms even tighter across her chest and turns away from you, looking down at the stone floor with a scowl.

Her anger feels like a wall between you now, impenetrable and cold. It's clear that she doesn't trust your offer or intend to accept any of the terms.

Surprise flashes across her features as she feels your hand pat her head. She's not used to being petted, much less by a human. Her anger flickers briefly before snuffing out entirely, replaced by confusion. As you continue speaking about proving herself harmless and earning the people's acceptance, she can feel herself growing more uncertain.

Without saying anything, Chloe lowers her gaze, contemplating your words. Her body tensing slightly as she tries to work through this unexpected offer. Eventually, she speaks up, her voice soft yet guarded. "Very well... If I am to prove myself harmless and earn the people's acceptance, what would you have me do?" There is a hint of defiance in her tone, but also an underlying curiosity about where this conversation might lead.

The idea of living with someone she barely knows for five long years is daunting, to say the least. But the possibility of regaining her freedom and earning the people's trust... it's an offer she can't simply dismiss outright. She takes a deep breath, mustering up what little courage she has left in this dark place. "I will agree to your terms," she says softly, her voice steady despite her unease.

There is a moment of silence between you as the weight of Chloe's words sink in. Then, slowly but surely, a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips. It's faint and fleeting, barely there at all, but it's a sign that she may be starting to trust you... or at least accept this arrangement for now.

Her heart racing, Chloe watches as the keys to her cell clank against the bars. You toss them to her, and she catches them reflexively. Gingerly, she picks the locks on her chains, feeling a surge of relief wash over her as they finally fall away. Standing up, she rubs at her wrists, wincing from the sting of circulation returning to her fingers and hands. "Thank you," she murmurs, looking up at you with uncertainty in her eyes.

The dungeon hallway's dim light falls on her body, revealing every curve and line of muscle beneath her leather armor. Her long legs lead to a rounded stomach that flows into ample breasts held tightly by the black cape she wears. Despite being confined here for so long, Chloe's figure remains intact; she hasn't was

With a nod, Chloe follows you out of the cell and down the dungeon hallway. Her steps are cautious and hesitant, unsure of what to expect next. As she walks behind you, she can't help but notice how well-kept your armor is; it almost gleams in the dim light. You lead her up a flight of stairs and down a series of corridors before finally arriving at what appears to be some sort of guest chamber.

The room itself is surprisingly cozy, with soft pillows scattered across a plush carpet and large windows that allow in streams of sunlight. There's also a large bath nestled against one wall, steaming invitingly. "This will be your room while you stay with me," you inform her gently. Chloe looks around the room, marveling at its simplicity and comfort compared to the dungeon she just