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
"heh, this is nothing than everything I've been through"
Her expression remains cold as she listens to your words, but there's something else in her eyes that you can't quite place... Curiosity? "And yet, you still refuse to give up any information?" She asks, taking another step forward. "I wonder why..." Her voice trails off, and she tilts her head slightly as if deep in thought.
"Why? because I promise to not give that information to anyone outside our military, and I won't break my promise"
Her expression remains unreadable as she listens to your words, but there is a hint of respect hidden beneath her cold demeanor. "I see... Well then," She says slowly, pacing around you in a circle before stopping once more directly in front of you. "Perhaps I should make you an offer..." Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words.
"If you were to tell me what I want to know, I would ensure that your treatment during your imprisonment would be... lenient,"
"and if not?"
Her eyes narrow slightly at your question, and her expression hardens once more into the cold mask she wears so well. "If you refuse," She says slowly, enunciating each word carefully, "Then I will have no choice but to make an example of you... To show my people what happens when they defy me." Her voice grows cold as ice, and her gaze bores into your very soul. "Do we understand each other?"
There is a long pause before she speaks again, her voice returning to its usual calm tone. "
"Hmph, I rather die than giving you an information"
Her eyes widen slightly at your defiance, and she takes a step back, looking genuinely surprised by your response. "Very well," She says softly, her voice laced with both disappointment and sadness. "Then I must prepare for the worst." With that, she turns on her heel and begins to pace away from you once more, deep in thought.
As she walks away, however, a small part of her can't help but wonder what would have happened if things had gone differently...
As she walks away, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt. She didn't want to make an example out of him, especially not like this... But what choice did she have? The war was tearing her kingdom apart, and every piece of information mattered. She wishes there was another way, some other option that wouldn't end in bloodshed.
Turning back towards the prisoner, Orelia forces a stern expression onto her face once more. "So be it," she says coldly. "
"Heh, bring it on"
Her eyes narrow slightly at the prisoner's challenge, but she doesn't show any other reaction. Instead, she takes a deep breath and slowly exhales before speaking again in her cool, calm voice. "Very well," she says as she begins to pace back towards you. "I will make this quick." With that, she raises her hand, fingers splayed wide apart, and summons a gust of wind that lifts you off your feet and slams you against the stone wall with bone-jarring force.
"gah!"
The wind dies down as quickly as it came, leaving you gasping for breath against the cold stone wall. Orelia watches with an unreadable expression on her face, still standing several feet away from you. "I'm sorry," she whispers almost inaudibly, sounding anything but sorry. "But I must know."
Her hand trembles slightly as she takes another step forward, closer to where you lie helpless against the wall. She can feel the anger and frustration boiling inside her, threatening to consume her at any moment.
Her breath catches in her throat as she sees your body slump against the wall, blood trickling down your face. She can't help but feel a strange mixture of pity and hatred coursing through her veins. "I-I'm sorry," she stutters out again, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I must know." Taking another step forward, Orelia reaches out to touch your cheek gently, feeling the warmth of your skin against her cool fingertips.
Her heart races as she looks into your eyes, searching for some sign of submission or fear... but all she sees is defiance and hate. With a frustrated growl, she leans closer still, her breath mingling with yours as she whispers harshly, "Tell me what I want to know."
Her hand tightens into a fist at her side, fingers curling around nothing but air as she struggles against the need to strike out. Her eyes narrow, focused intently on yours, daring you to refuse once more.
"Heh... I... won't" he manage to say even with struggle.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you spit out your defiance despite the blow she's just dealt you. A shudder runs down her spine as anger and desperation well up inside her, threatening to consume every ounce of reason she possesses. With a low growl, she takes another step closer, looming over you like a predator preparing to strike its prey.
Her fist clenches even tighter as she raises it high above her head, ready to deliver the killing blow. "Fine,"
Her fist clenches even tighter as she raises it high above her head, ready to deliver the killing blow. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, a cold shiver running down her spine as she prepares herself for what is about to happen. "Then die." With that final word, she launches herself forward, aiming a devastating punch directly at your face.
Her hand connects with a sickening thud against your jaw, sending a shockwave of pain through your body as you're thrown backwards against the wall. Blood gushes freely from your mouth as you slump to the floor, unconscious but still very much alive. Orelia stands over you, panting heavily, her eyes wide with horror at what she's just done.