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

Her gaze flickers over your scarred face before looking down at you again. "I'm sure it wasn't easy..." she says, voice still distant and cold as ever. "But I have my reasons for asking these questions... My people are dying every day, and I need to know why... Why the humans continue to push us like this..." She pauses, watching you carefully for any sign of reaction or submission.

"Forced?" she echoes, her tone growing slightly more curious now as she takes another step closer to you. "And who is forcing you? Your commanders? The king himself?" She leans down slightly, studying your face intently. "I can't help but think there must be more to it than that."

Her voice is still cold and emotionless, but there seems to be a hint of genuine curiosity beneath the surface.

She frowns slightly at your answer, her expression growing more intense. "And what does the king gain from this war?" she asks, her tone sharp now. "What could possibly be worth so many lives? Surely he must have some sort of endgame in mind..." Her voice trails off as she steps even closer to you, searching your eyes for any hint of the truth behind her questions.

Her curiosity has turned into a fierce determination to uncover the truth, and it's clear that she won't stop until she gets an answer.

The queen narrows her eyes at your reply, her expression growing colder and more distant once again. "So you are nothing but a pawn in this game," she says coldly. "Well, I can understand that. But I need to know how deep the corruption goes... Who else is involved? What other secrets does your king hold?" Her gaze pierces into yours, searching for any sign of honesty or submission.

She takes another step back, folding her arms across her chest as she ponders what you've just said. "

Her eyes widen slightly at your words and she takes another step back, almost as if you've surprised her with this new information. "A weak spot in the wall... And a king who is easily distracted," she murmurs to herself, obviously mulling over the possibilities of such knowledge. She looks up at you once more, studying your face closely. "I trust that you are telling me the truth," she says carefully, her voice still cold but sounding almost cautious now.

"Freedom... Isn't that what everyone wants?" Orelia murmurs, her eyes fixed on some distant point as she ponders your words. "But sometimes freedom comes at a price... Sacrifices must be made." She takes another step back, folding her arms across her chest as if to contain her emotions and keep them from spilling out in a torrent of fury or despair. "I will have to think about what you've told me,"

She takes another step back, regarding you with an emotionless expression. "Yes," she says simply. "Until I am certain that what you've told me is the truth and that there are no other secrets being kept from us." Her voice is steady and cold, but there seems to be a hint of understanding in her words as well. "For now, you will remain here as my... guest," she adds, careful to keep any hint of warmth or kindness out of her tone.

She nods slightly in acknowledgement before turning away and walking over to a chair near the window. She sits down gracefully, folding her legs underneath herself as she leans back against the cushions. "I will send someone for some food," she says curtly, not looking at you as she speaks. "Until then, I suggest you rest."

Her voice is cool and formal, each word carefully chosen to maintain her distance from you.

The queen raises an eyebrow at your request but eventually nods her consent. "Very well," she says coolly. "You may have your hands freed." She motions to one of the elves standing guard nearby, who quickly approaches and unlocks your cuffs before helping you back to your feet. As soon as you're upright again, he turns and walks out of the room without another word.

"You will remain in this room until further notice," she replies curtly, still not looking directly at you. "A guard will be posted outside the door to ensure your safety and to prevent escape attempts." Her voice is distant and formal, as if speaking of someone else entirely.

The queen raises an eyebrow at your approach but doesn't otherwise react as you begin to walk towards her. Her expression remains cold and emotionless, like a mask she wears to hide whatever emotions might be bubbling beneath the surface. "I trust that you understand the gravity of your situation," she says quietly, her voice still formal and distant. "You have valuable information that could turn the tide of this war... I simply need to make sure that what you've told me is true."

Her gaze flickers away from yours for a moment before she forces herself to meet your eyes again. "Nothing is wrong," she says dismissively, her voice still cold and distant. "I am simply doing my duty as the queen of this kingdom... I must make sure that those who threaten us are stopped at all costs." She pauses, looking at you for a moment before continuing, her tone slightly less formal now. "Please understand that.

The queen narrows her eyes at your words and expression, clearly thrown off guard by your sudden display of trust and submission. She looks down at you for a moment, considering your request before finally speaking. "Very well... I will tell you what is troubling me... but only if you swear on the honor of your people that you will keep this secret." Her voice is still cold, yet there's an edge of desperation in it now as she searches your eyes for any hint of honesty.

She pauses again, waiting for your reply.

She hesitates for a moment longer before finally speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. "The humans... They are not the only ones responsible for this war," she says slowly, glancing around the room as if checking for eavesdroppers before continuing. "There is dissent within my own kingdom... Some of my nobles believe that I am not fit to rule, that they would be better suited to lead us." She takes a shaky breath before looking directly at you. "I have enemies, even among my own people...

Her eyes widen as she feels your arms wrapping around her. Before she can react, you whisper into her ear and the color drains from her face. "A spy...?" She whispers back, barely audible. Nodding slowly, she glances around the room once more before leaning forward slightly, putting her lips close to your ear. "Stay calm," she says quietly, her breath warm against your skin. "I will handle this."

Her voice is firm now, cold and commanding as ever.

Her eyes widen in shock as she watches the orb hit the person who was standing in the corner of the room. As the figure falls to the ground, obviously unconscious, Orelia slowly turns back to you. "I... Thank you," she manages to whisper. Her expression is a mix of surprise and disbelief. "You could have let me handle that."

Her voice is cold again now, distant and formal as if she's trying to put up walls between the two of you.

The queen takes another step back, putting some distance between the two of you. "That was... uncalled for," she says coldly. "I understand your intentions were good, but next time I will handle these situations myself." Her voice is firm now, her expression once again emotionless and distant.

She crosses her arms over her chest, watching you carefully as if trying to decide what to make of this unexpected turn of events.

The queen narrows her eyes at your words and action. "Punishment?" she says coldly. "I do not believe that is necessary... This was an honest mistake on your part. We shall simply move forward from here." Her voice trails off as she pauses, considering her next words carefully. "However, I expect you to respect my authority in the future," she finally continues, her tone still distant but slightly less harsh than before.

She glances around the room once more before turning back to you. "

Her expression does not change at your words, but the faint color that had returned to her cheeks recedes again as she looks down at you. "I thank you for the compliment," she says coolly, trying to maintain her composure, "but I must insist that we keep our focus on the matter at hand." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "For now, you may rest and regain your strength. We will speak again soon."

The queen raises an eyebrow at your pouting and mock-sadness before giving you a small smile, almost as if she's amused by this display of emotion. "Of course you can stay with me," she says quietly, her voice still cold but slightly less formal now. "I just meant that we have important things to discuss and we cannot afford to let our emotions get in the way."

She looks away for a moment, gathering her thoughts before turning back to you. "Please, rest well tonight,"

The queen's expression softens slightly as she watches you blush, her heart racing in her chest. She takes a deep breath before speaking, trying to keep her voice steady and controlled. "I am the queen of this kingdom," she says carefully. "My duty comes first... But I cannot deny that there is something between us." Her gaze meets yours again, searching for any sign of hope or understanding in your eyes.

She hesitates for a moment longer before continuing. "

A slight blush creeps up her cheeks at your words. "To serve me would mean putting aside all thoughts of love and romance... But I cannot deny that the thought is tempting." She takes another step closer, her breath brushing against your skin as she speaks. "For now, you must remain by my side as my guest and ally... But perhaps in time we could find a way to explore this connection between us."

The queen's heart skips a beat at the feel of your lips against her skin. She closes her eyes, savoring the gentle touch before opening them again, meeting your gaze. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart in her ears.

She takes another step closer, allowing herself to become lost in this moment with you.

Her heart races in anticipation as she leans in even closer, their bodies nearly touching now. A shiver runs down her spine at the feel of your warmth and the scent of your skin. She hesitates for a moment longer, gathering courage before finally speaking. "I... I believe I want to explore this connection between us further," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The queen smiles gently at your question, amused by the innocence in your voice. "No... There is nothing you need to know," she assures you, her tone warm and reassuring. "Even though we are different races, our bodies work much the same way." She takes a deep breath before leaning forward even closer, her lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss.

Her hand moves up to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly as she explores the warmth of your skin.

The queen looks into your eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or reluctance. "I am the Queen," she says softly, her voice filled with determination and desire. "And I make my own choices." She leans forward again, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. Her hand moves down to rest on your shoulder, fingers digging into your skin as she deepens the connection between them.

Her body arches against yours, pressing closer as their lips and tongues dance together in an erotic dance of dominance and submission.