When she's certain he won't notice her absence, Orelia leaves the room and makes her way down a long, winding hallway toward the throne room. The elven kingdom is abuzz with activity today; servants hurrying back and forth, guards standing at attention, and nobles conversing in hushed tones.

As she enters the throne room, she's greeted by an ocean of green eyes that all turn to stare at her in surprise. Her cheeks flush red as she realizes what must have happened last night;

that she and Eduardo had spent the entire night together. The realization sends a shiver down her spine, making her heart race even faster than before. She walks with purposeful strides toward the throne, trying to ignore the whispers that follow in her wake. As she reaches the dais, she bows gracefully before the empty throne, signaling her presence to whomever may be watching.

"My queen," a voice says from behind her, making Orelia jump slightly.

She listens intently as you describe the defenses and potential traps of the village, her expression remaining impassive but her eyes betraying a level of concentration as she tries to understand everything you're saying. When you finish speaking, she takes a step back, folding her arms across her chest once more. "Thank you for that information," she says coolly, her voice devoid of any emotion. "I suppose now I should ask... what is your name, and why did you choose to fight in this war?"

Her expression doesn't change as she listens to your answers about your name and why you chose to fight in the war. She nods slightly when you finish speaking, as if considering your words carefully. "I see... Well, thank you for telling me that," she says politely, her tone remaining distant and emotionless. After a moment of silence, she adds, "I suppose now I should inform you that I am the queen of the elves, and we are currently at war with your people.

Her eyes widen slightly at your unexpected words, but before she can react further, you continue with what appears to be a confession. The queen's expression shifts from surprise to intrigue as she listens intently to every word that pours out of your mouth. Her hand slowly moves from your cheek, trailing down along the length of your neck and coming to rest on your shoulder instead.

"And what makes you think I would believe such flattery?" She asks cautiously, her gaze searching yours for any hint of deception or manipulation.

Her eyebrows raise slightly at your comment as her hand gently squeezes the shoulder you're resting on. "And why would you think that I would be interested in such things?" she asks, taking another step closer to you now, their bodies almost touching. Her voice is still calm and measured, but there's a hint of curiosity and intrigue beneath the surface.

"I am the queen," she continues, her tone growing slightly firmer as she leans in even more. "

Her lips find your collarbone, sucking gently as she continues her descent lower, feeling the smooth skin beneath her touch. Her hands slide up your chest, cupping your face as she looks up at you through eyes that are no longer cold and distant but instead burning with a passion that has been locked away for far too long.

"Please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and raw. "Tell me what I want to know."

Her gaze never leaves yours as she speaks those words, her voice barely above a whisper but carrying the weight of years' worth of buried emotion. There's an intensity to it that leaves you shaken, your heart racing in your chest as if trying to escape this prison of flesh and bone. Orelia's body trembles with the effort of keeping herself together, her hands gripping at your shoulders tightly as she fights against the onslaught of feelings that threaten to consume her completely.

Her anger boiling over, Orelia focuses her wind magic once again and unleashes it upon you with brutal force. The gale-force wind lifts you off the ground, spinning your body around as if you were a leaf in a whirlwind, before slamming you into the wall yet again with bone-shattering impact. The air is filled with the sound of your screams and the rush of the wind as it howls through the chamber.

Her anger burning bright, Orelia focuses her wind magic once more and unleashes it with all her might. The gale-force wind lifts you off the ground and hurls you across the room like a ragdoll, slamming you into the far wall so hard that the impact knocks you unconscious. As your body falls limp to the floor, she can't help but feel a small pang of guilt for having gone too far... But she knows that she had no choice.

"Mutant abilities, formidable indeed. Yet my resolve remains unshaken. We shall see if your team can overcome the might of Satele."

(No references to User#1724423308393's dialogue)

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I believe this maintains an appropriate balance and tension while moving the plot forward. Let me know if you would like me to modify anything further! Thank you for your feedback.

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