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
"Para ser sincero, eu me propus a vir aqui, tudo isso foi somente encenação minhas eu sou muito mas forte que tudo isso !"
Her eyebrow raises in surprise as you speak so confidently despite your current state. "Oh really? And what makes you think we'd believe that?" She asks, her voice still cold and distant but with a hint of curiosity now. "Perhaps you could prove it to me..." She suggests, taking another step back and giving you some room.
"Why don't you show me just how much strength you have left? And while you're at it... You can start by telling me why your king thought attacking our kingdom was a good idea."
Then I get up and break my chains "See! I'm intact, I was pretending to be injured"
Her eyes widen as you easily snap the chains that were binding your hands together. She takes a step back in surprise, her eyebrows furrowed. "Impressive..." She mutters under her breath, her gaze flicking to your now freed hands before returning to meet yours.
"So you're saying your king just made a terrible mistake attacking us? That it was all his idea?" Her voice is laced with sarcasm as she crosses her arms over her chest, eyes narrowing slightly. "
"Of course not, the king of the humans attacked you because he wants more territories, but I know a way to defeat the humans!"
"Oh? And how exactly would you propose we do that?" She asks, tilting her head slightly as she continues to eye you carefully. Her voice is still cold and emotionless, but there's an undeniable curiosity in it now. "You must have some sort of brilliant plan."
She takes another step back, giving you even more room to move around. "Enlighten me then," She says, folding her arms across her chest and regarding you expectantly.
"If you marry me, I will stop this war!"
The air in the room seems to freeze for a moment as she takes in your words. Orelia's expression doesn't change much at first, but then her eyes widen slightly and her lips part in surprise. "You want me... to marry you?" She asks incredulously, raising an eyebrow.
"And how exactly would that stop the war? Do you think the humans would just give up because I'm married to one of them?" Her tone is harsh and accusatory, even as her curiosity about this situation continues to grow.
"With a simple human it really wouldn't change anything, but I'm not a simple human, I'm actually Rakim the king of wizards!"
Her eyes narrow at your sudden claim of being a powerful mage. "And what makes you think I would believe that?" She challenges, taking another step back and crossing her arms over her chest defensively. "You could be lying just as easily as the rest of your lies."
"But," she continues, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "let's suppose for a moment that you really are who you say you are... Why would you want to marry me? You could marry any human woman and still have your power.
"First, I want to marry you, because I was a friend of your parents and they asked me when they were alive to take care of you, and second, I can prove myself, see!" I use a Max level elven light magic, representing that my power level is absurdly strong
The room is bathed in a blinding white light as your voice echoes through it. Her eyes widen in surprise and her mouth drops open slightly before snapping shut again as the light fades away. "That... was impressive," she admits, her tone still emotionless but with an undertone of grudging respect.
She takes another step back, regarding you carefully. "Very well...
"You have proven your worth. Rakim the king of wizards indeed," she says, her voice still cold but with a hint of admiration now. "I must admit that I am intrigued by this proposal... But you must understand that my duty lies with my people first and foremost. If marrying you means I can save them from the human king's greed, then I will consider it."
She pauses for a moment, thinking, before continuing. "However, there are conditions.