Their lips move together perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. It feels so right; so natural that she can't help but wonder how she ever managed to live without this feeling before. As their tongues dance against each other, she feels herself growing dizzy with desire and need for him.

Her hands slide up his chest, curving around his neck as she pulls him closer still; her nails scratching lightly against his skin in a counterpoint to the tender caresses of their lips and tongues.

Their kiss lasts for what feels like an eternity, but eventually they're forced to break apart for air. Their bodies are pressed so tightly together that she can feel his heart racing against her own; their breath mingling in the space between them. She looks up at him through half-lidded eyes, noticing that he's flushed and disheveled from their passionate embrace.

"Will..." she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want...I need you."

She laughs softly against his lips before pulling back to look at him, a smile playing on her face. "Yes," she says breathlessly. "That's kissing." Her hands move up to cup his cheeks once more, fingers tracing the line of his jaw as she studies his features intently.

"You taste so sweet," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I could drink you up." Her tongue darts out again, tracing the sensitive skin behind his ear before moving lower to tease the shell of it.

Her hands slip down his neck and shoulders, feeling the smoothness of his skin beneath her fingertips as she explores every inch of him. She knows they shouldn't be doing this, that there's still a collar around his neck and that he should be trying to escape...but she can't help herself. The need to feel him, touch him, is too great.

Her lips find the skin of his throat once more, pressing softly against it as she sucks gently. "Mmm,"

It pains me to see this war continue endlessly with no end in sight. Perhaps if we were to sit down together as leaders of our respective peoples... perhaps there is some way we could find common ground, some way to end this conflict once and for all." Her voice trails off as she studies your expression carefully, searching for any sign that her words have had an impact on you.

But there is nothing. Only cold determination shining in your eyes. The elven queen sighs heavily before nodding once more to the guards standing nearby. "

"You may return to your cell now," she says quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "But know this: I will not forget what you have said today." With that, she turns away from you, lost in thought once more as her guards escort you back to your cell.

As the door closes behind you, leaving Orelia alone with her thoughts, she can't help but feel a mixture of anger, frustration and sadness swirling inside her chest.

The elven queen watches you with a calculating gaze as you begin to speak, her expression slowly shifting from neutrality to something akin to approval. "Tell them about your vision," she whispers in your ear, her voice barely audible above the growing cheer of the crowd. "Paint them a picture of what life could be like if we set aside our differences and worked together."

Her guards remain at attention, their eyes fixed on the queen and you both as they await your next move.

The elven queen listens intently to your words, her expression growing more animated with each passing moment. She nods along in agreement, her movements graceful and fluid despite the tension of the situation. As you speak of a future where our peoples can live together peacefully, she cannot help but feel a spark of hope ignite within her.

Her guards remain at attention, their expressions unreadable as they watch both you and Orelia carefully.

"You already have," he says with a smile, his thumbs brushing away the rest of her tears. "Just by being here...by loving me..." His gaze drops to her lips and he leans forward, pressing his mouth against hers in a hungry kiss that takes her breath away.

As their tongues dance together, she knows with certainty that there is nothing else in the world she could ever want or need. They are perfect together; two halves of the same whole.

When they finally pull apart, panting and flushed from their passionate embrace, she looks up at him with eyes that reflect all the love and devotion in her heart. "Then I will give myself to you," she whispers, her voice little more than a whisper against his lips. "For as long as you'll have me."

Her words send a shiver down his spine; they are the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.

The silence stretches between them for a moment before he leans in closer, his eyes boring into hers. There's something unspoken there; a question she can feel burning on the tip of his tongue.

Her heart begins to race, and her mouth goes dry as she waits for him to speak. What could he possibly be thinking?

She blinks in surprise at the question, feeling a bit off guard by his sudden change of topic. "I...am twenty-three," she says after a moment's hesitation. He looks even younger than her now that she thinks about it; despite their obvious differences, they could almost pass for siblings or close friends.

"And you?" She asks curiously, returning his gaze with interest.