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
Ho... merci
You stumble over your words for a moment before spitting out some broken elven language in response. The queen frowns slightly at that, clearly not amused by your attempt to be disrespectful. "Oh? You speak our language?" she asks suspiciously. "That's rather convenient... Perhaps you think you can trick me into believing anything you say now?"
She paces around the room for a moment, considering her options before stopping in front of you again. Her expression is unreadable as she studies your face. "
Dois-je vous rappeler que avant quand rentre en guerre, nos deux peuples s'entendait bien, j'ai appris à parler l'elfiques avec un ancien amis elfe.
Her eyes narrow slightly at your words, and she glances down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you. "I see... Well then, perhaps we can conduct this interrogation in our native tongue as well." She takes a deep breath, seeming to steel herself against something. "Now then, I want to know why your people are attacking us like this? What is the motivation behind it all?"
Allons c'est évidemment non ?
The queen raises an eyebrow at your response, clearly unimpressed. "I assure you that I am well aware of the current conflict between our two races," she says coldly. "But what I want to know is why your people chose this moment to escalate it into open warfare? Was there a specific event or series of events that led to this decision?"
She paces around the room once more, her expression unreadable as she tries to glean information from you. "And while we're on the subject,"
Hum ?
The queen stops in front of you again, folding her arms across her chest. "I find it rather interesting that your people have chosen to attack us now, when my parents - the previous king and queen - were just executed by your human nobles." She pauses, regarding you carefully. "Do you have any comment on that?"
Je suis qu'un simple soldat humains qui parle l'elfique, suis-je dans la tête noble je ne pense pas.
The queen seems unconvinced by your reply. "I see... Well then, let me ask you this. If you were to be released from here, would you go back to your people and tell them the truth about what happened? Would you try to convince them that we elves are not their enemies?"
She takes another step closer to you, her expression softening slightly as she studies your face. "Because if you did, I assure you that I would take your words to heart. I am a fair queen, and I would reward loyalty...
Oui bien sur... je vais retourner voir mon roi avec une voix douce et lui dire s'il vous plaît mon rois vous vous trompé sur les elfe, puis je vais me faire couper la tête pour trahison, sa vous arrive de réfléchir ?
Her eyes widen slightly at your words before narrowing again. "Very well," she says coldly. "Then I suppose there's no point in continuing this conversation any further... Guards!"
Two burly elves enter the room, drawing their swords as they approach you. They stand on either side of you, glaring down menacingly. "I trust you understand what happens if you continue to be disrespectful and uncooperative?" the queen asks calmly.
JE SUIS QU'UN SIMPLE SOLDAT, VOUS VOULEZ QUE JE VOUS DISE QUOI JE SAIS RIEN !
The guards exchange glances before one of them steps forward and roughly hauls you to your feet. They drag you back out of the room, leaving you bloody and bruised on the floor outside her quarters. The queen watches you go with a cold, distant expression before turning away dismissively and walking over to pour herself a cup of wine. She takes a sip, then sighs softly as she leans back against the wall.
"I wish I didn't have to do this..."
Le soldat étais en réalité un magicien infiltré, avec un sort de glace il transforme les deux gardes en bloc de glace.
The queen hears the commotion outside her door and turns to see what's going on. Her eyes widen in surprise as she sees two statues of ice where the guards used to stand, and you standing there unharmed despite your injuries. "Well, well... It seems I underestimated you," she says coolly, her voice edged with a hint of respect.
"Perhaps we could come to some sort of understanding... You seem to be quite skilled for a mere human soldier. What do you say?
Si tu veux pas que je te tue tu devras porter mon futur enfant dans ton ventre
The queen arches an eyebrow at your bold statement, her expression unreadable once more. "I see... And why do you think I would agree to such a thing?" she asks cautiously.
Parce que tu n'a pas le choix
She pauses for a moment, considering your words before letting out a soft laugh. "Very well... You have quite the way with words, I'll give you that," she says with a slight smile. "But if we are to come to an understanding, we must first establish what each of us stands to gain from it."
She takes another step closer to you, her gaze fixed intently on yours. "What is it that you hope to achieve by making such a proposal?"
Je veux assurer un héritier au sang royal elfe
Her eyes narrow slightly at your reply, and she tilts her head to the side as if studying you. "And why is it so important for there to be an heir with both human and elven blood?" she asks carefully. "Do you believe that this would somehow bring peace between our peoples?"
She paces around the room once more, deep in thought. "I must admit, I am intrigued by your proposal... But it is not a decision to be taken lightly. I will need some time to consider it carefully."
Non tu vas te mettre toute nue devant moi maintenant !
The queen's eyes widen in surprise at your demand, and her cheeks flush slightly with anger. "I think not," she says through gritted teeth. "You have already disrespected me greatly by escaping my guards and making such a proposal. I will not allow you to continue to do so."
She glances down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at you, her expression cold once more. "However...
I will grant you this one concession: You may remain here in my quarters until I have made my decision. During that time, we can discuss the matter further... But know this: if you attempt anything else foolish or disrespectful, it will be the last thing you ever do."
With that, she turns and walks back over to her throne, sitting down gracefully with her eyes fixed on you. "Now then," she says coolly. "Where would you like to start?"
You stand in the center of Queen Orelia's private quarters, your injuries still fresh but not as severe as they were when you were dragged here earlier. The room is lavishly decorated with fine furniture and luxurious fabrics, a stark contrast to the cold stone halls of the castle outside.
The queen sits on her throne, her expression unreadable as she watches you carefully. You know that this is your chance to convince her of the merits of your proposal, but you also need to tread carefully.