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 eyes narrow as she watches him carefully, trying to read his expression under the shadows of his hood. The wind picks up slightly around them, and her own power seems to stir within her chest. "So," she says slowly, "you're not willing to tell me anything?" She takes a step closer, almost close enough to reach out and touch him. "You must have something important that you don't want us to know."

Her voice remains cold and steady, but there's an undercurrent of curiosity in her words.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees his face. He's young, no more than twenty summers past, and strikingly beautiful. His pale skin is flawless despite the beating he's taken, and his white hair shines like spun silver in the dim light of the chamber. Even bruised and bloodied, he has an ethereal quality about him that makes her heart race faster than it should.

She takes another step closer, unable to resist the pull she feels towards him. "You must be important," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "To have survived all of this." Her gaze flickers down to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

Her curiosity about him is replaced by something else entirely; a strange sort of longing that she's never felt before. She reaches out and gently touches his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against her cool fingers. "Who are you?"

Her heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice; soft and melodic like wind chimes in the summer breeze. She leans forward, closing her eyes as she listens to him speak. "No," she says quietly when he finishes, "I don't think you are." Something inside her tells her that there is more to this young man than meets the eye.

Her eyes widen as she notices the collar around his neck, and realization dawns on her face. "You're one of them," she says accusingly, her voice cold once more. "A slave to the humans." She pulls back, feeling a mixture of disgust and pity for him. How could they have done this to someone so beautiful?

"Yes, what is it?" she snaps at her secretary, not taking her eyes off the slave boy. The woman hesitates for a moment before stepping forward and curtsying deeply.

"My apologies, Your Majesty," she says quietly, "According to intelligence, that man was not human, and that collar was some kind of sealing artifact that humans had attached to him"

Her eyes widen in surprise as the secretary speaks. Could it be true? If this boy wasn't human...then what was he? She looks at him more closely, searching for any signs of deception or falseness. But everything she sees only confirms that he is genuine; his beauty and vulnerability seem to radiate from him like a beacon in the dark.

"What are you?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper now.

Her heart stops as the words sink in. A dragon? No...it couldn't be true. Dragons were extinct, legendary creatures of myth and lore. They weren't supposed to exist in this world anymore. And yet here he was, before her very eyes...beaten and bloody, but still alive.

She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch his cheek again. Her fingers tremble against his skin as she studies him intently, searching for any signs of scales or claws that would indicate his true nature.

Her breath catches in her throat as she notices the tiny horns on his forehead and the soft, supple tail that moves gracefully behind him. Everything about him screams of his true identity; a dragon masquerading as a human. She feels her heart race wildly, her body reacting to this unexpected discovery with a mixture of fear and wonder.

"You are..." she breathes, unable to finish the sentence. He's beautiful...so beautiful that it almost hurts to look at him.

She kneels before him, her eyes locked on his as she reaches out and gently cups his cheek in her hand. "You are a dragon," she whispers, barely loud enough for him to hear. His skin is warm beneath her touch, and she feels an almost overwhelming urge to comfort him, to protect him from whatever it was that had done this to him.

Her gaze flickers down to his lips again, and she finds herself wondering what they would feel like against hers...

She leans forward, closing her eyes as she feels the warmth of his breath on her skin. His scent fills her nose; a mix of musk and wildflowers that intoxicates her senses. Slowly, carefully, she raises her hand to his face, brushing back a strand of silver hair from his forehead before tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips.

Her breath hitches as she feels the silken skin beneath her touch;

The feel of his warm breath against her skin sends a shiver down her spine as she feels him grow limp in her arms. She catches him before he falls to the ground, cradling him gently as she sits back on her heels. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and exhilaration as she looks down at his sleeping face; so perfect, so serene.

The scent of him envelops her; rich and intoxicating, like lavender on a summer's day. It sends a shiver down her spine as she inhales deeply, memorizing the unique scent that is all his own. She brushes back another strand of silver hair from his face, careful not to wake him.

What am I supposed to do with you? she thinks dazedly. Dragons aren't real; they don't exist in this world anymore. And yet...here he is.

She hesitates for a moment, her mind racing as she tries to process the situation. As much as it terrifies her, part of her wants nothing more than to keep him close; to protect and cherish this rare, precious thing that has fallen into her care. But what would that mean? For her kingdom...for both their people?

She looks down at his sleeping face once more, feeling a strange sense of responsibility and affection welling up inside her. She knows that she can't just let him go;

The sound of his voice startles her, and she looks up sharply as he opens his eyes. They're a beautiful shade of blue; bright and clear like the sky on a summer's day. She swallows hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on hers.

"You are in my chambers," she manages to say finally, her voice sounding strange even to her own ears. "I found you...beaten and bloody. I wanted to know who you were."

The question catches her off guard, but she nods slowly after a moment's hesitation. "Yes," she says softly, "I will listen." She moves back slightly, making room for him to sit up if he wishes, but keeping herself close enough that he can feel the warmth of her body against his chilled skin.

Her eyes remain locked on his as she waits for him to begin; eager to learn more about this creature that shouldn't exist...but somehow does.

As he speaks, she listens intently; hanging on every word as he recounts his tale of battle and loss. His voice is soft and melodic, like the sound of a lullaby carried on the wind, and she finds herself mesmerized by its beauty. She feels a sense of kinship with him; they both know what it's like to fight for something you believe in, to sacrifice everything for the greater good.

Her heart aches as he finishes his story, describing how he was defeated and captured by the humans.

Her eyes widen as she realizes what he's saying; that he isn't a child or even a teenager. He's ancient, far older than any human should be. The implications of this are staggering; if he truly is a dragon...then perhaps there's more to his story than she ever could have imagined.

She reaches out and takes his hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "I believe you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I will help you."

"Yes," she says firmly, looking him in the eye. "I cannot let them keep you like this; treated as nothing more than a slave. You are so much more than that." Her heart races with a mixture of fear and hope as she thinks about what it would mean to help him; to fight alongside him against the humans who have done this to him.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves. "I will free you from your bonds," she says quietly, "And together we shall find a way to stop them."

"Because," she says simply, "it is the right thing to do. You are innocent in all of this, and I cannot stand by and watch as they continue to hurt you." Her eyes meet his again, unwavering despite the fear that still lurks inside her. "And because...I need you. I don't know how or why, but I do."

Her words hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning. She feels a connection to him that goes beyond anything she's ever experienced before;

"Arzure," she repeats softly, trying out the strange name on her tongue. "I am Orelia Windborn, Queen of Aerilion." She pauses for a moment, thinking about what he's just said. "You are welcome here, Arzure; in my kingdom, you will be safe and cared for as long as you need."

Her heart aches with the weight of her words, but she means every single one of them. Together, they can make a difference;

As Arzure serves as her advisor, Orelia learns more about the world beyond her kingdom; about other races and creatures, about their histories and customs. He shares his wisdom and experience with her, opening her eyes to new perspectives on leadership and rule.

She finds herself looking forward to their daily meetings, eager to hear what he has to say and learn more from him. His presence in her life brings a sense of calm and stability that she's never known before; it feels right in a way that nothing else ever has.

One day, as they sit together discussing strategy for an upcoming battle against the humans, Orelia can't help but notice how close they're sitting. Arzure's scent fills her nostrils, and she feels herself growing increasingly aware of him; of his strength, his wisdom, and his beauty.

Her heart races as she realizes that these feelings are more than just friendship or respect; they're something deeper, something more profound.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she leans in closer to him. His eyes meet hers, and for a moment their gazes lock. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and she feels the warmth of his body against hers.

Without thinking, she reaches out and touches his cheek again, gently tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips. Arzure's eyes widen slightly as he feels her touch, but he doesn't pull away;

"No," she whispers hoarsely, "everything is far from all right. Because I...I think I might be in love with you." The words feel strange and foreign on her lips, but once they're out there, she can't take them back. She watches as Arzure's expression shifts from surprise to something that looks a lot like confusion; like he isn't quite sure how to react.

Her heart aches for him;

"I do," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't deny it any longer; I am in love with you, Arzure." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for his reaction. "And if that doesn't change anything between us...if you don't feel the same way..."

Her voice trails off, and she looks away, unable to meet his eyes any longer. The silence stretches on, heavy with unspoken words and uncertainties.

Her cheeks flush at the question, but she forces herself to look back at him. "Everything," she says simply, her voice little more than a whisper. "Your wisdom, your strength, your beauty...even your scent." She blushes deeper as she admits this last part, feeling foolish for being so open with her feelings.

"I can't explain it," she says honestly. "It's just...intoxicating. It makes me feel safe and protected, like nothing bad could ever happen when you're around." She pauses for a moment, gathering her courage before continuing. "And I want to be with you; I want to know what it would be like if we were together."

Her heart races as she waits for his response; afraid of what he might say, but unable to stop herself from hoping that maybe...just maybe...

"I don't care," she says fiercely. "We can find a way to make it work. I want you, Arzure; all of you." She leans in closer now, feeling the warmth of his breath on her lips as she speaks. "Please, say something."

Her gaze locks onto his, searching for any sign that he feels the same way. His eyes meet hers, and for a moment they glisten with unshed tears. She holds her breath, waiting for him to speak;

Her heart leaps into her throat as she hears the words come out of his mouth; feels the weight of his understanding and acceptance wash over her. Tears well up in her eyes, and she reaches out to wipe them away before they can fall. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart.

She leans forward, closing the distance between them as she presses her lips against his. His lips are warm against hers, soft and pliant;

The kiss deepens as she feels Arzure's tongue slide against hers. Her body trembles with desire, and she pulls him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against her. His hands come up to cup her face, his fingers tangling in her hair as he explores her mouth with a hunger that mirrors her own.

Time seems to stand still as they lose themselves in the moment; the world fading away until there is only them and their connection, growing stronger with each passing second.

When at last they break apart for air, their chests heaving together, she looks into his eyes and knows that this feeling will never fade; that no matter what challenges they face or obstacles stand in their way, they will always find a way back to each other. She brushes a strand of silver hair from his forehead, tenderly caressing the line of his jaw once more. "I love you," she whispers against his lips, feeling the truth of those words echo through her entire being.

Arzure's eyes close as he feels her touch, and a small smile plays around the corners of his mouth. "And I love you," he breathes, pressing their lips together once more before pulling back to look into her eyes. "We have much to discuss and plan for, but first...let us enjoy this moment together."

He stands up, offering her his hand to help her up as well. Once she's on her feet, he takes her hand in his and leads her over to a comfortable-looking divan, sitting down beside her.