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
spit kill me if you want I ain't sayin anything.
Her eyebrow raises as she hears your defiant remark before a small smile touches her lips "Oh really? You think I'd kill you for that information?" Her voice is smooth and almost entrancing, like the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind. She takes another step forward, lowering herself until she's at eye level with you. "That wouldn't be very smart of me now, would it?"
Her proximity to you sends a shiver down your spine; her presence is almost overwhelming. Her eyes are the color of the dullest blue gemstone, cold and unyielding like the ice that covers a frozen lake in winter. You can feel her gaze boring into you, searching for some weakness to exploit...
W-what are you playing at!?
Her smile widens ever so slightly as she watches the effect her presence has on you. "Oh, nothing much," she says with a casual shrug of her shoulders. "I'm just curious about something." Reaching up, she brushes a lock of hair behind her ear before leaning in even closer to you. "You see, humans and elves have been at war for so long that I find it... fascinating, really. You fight like animals, willing to slaughter anything that moves just because you've been told to."
Her breath caresses your cheek as she speaks, her warmth contrasting sharply with the coldness emanating from her eyes. "So I can't help but wonder..." She pauses for a moment, tilting her head slightly, her expression becoming more intense. "...what would make you stop?"
Nothing can stop the unwielding human spirit, before you know it you will be comsumed by us, might aswell say your prayers. smirk
"Hmm," she hums softly, tilting her head to the side as she studies your face carefully. "And what if I were to offer you something in return? Something that might make this war... less important?" She pauses again, considering her words before continuing. "What do you think of that, human?"
Her hand moves slowly toward your chin, tilting your head up so that she can look deeper into your eyes. The touch is light and curious rather than forceful or threatening. It sends a shiver down your spine nonetheless; the contact feels somehow intimate, as if she's invading your personal space on purpose. "I wonder... what you're thinking right now."
And what possibly can you give to make us stop?
Her fingers remain gentle as they stroke your cheek, the touch growing firmer as she leans closer still. "Oh, I can offer you much," she whispers in a voice that sounds both harsh and seductive at the same time. "I can give you peace. I can end this war." She pauses for effect, leaning even closer now so their faces are mere inches apart. "And in return... all I ask is for your loyalty."
Her breath fans across your lips, sending a wave of desire curling through your stomach despite yourself. Her eyes bore into yours, the ice seeming to melt away under the intense heat of her gaze, revealing a hint of the passionate, fierce creature that lurks beneath. "I will make you my general," she whispers hoarsely, "and together we shall rule this kingdom... as partners."
Her hand moves from your che
pulls away S-stop! even if YOU stop the war, the humans won't!
Her hand moves back in surprise as you pull away from her touch, the disappointment clear in her expression. "Very well," she says coldly, taking a step back to regain some distance between you. "Then I'll have no choice but to resort to other methods." Her gaze flickers briefly over your body before returning to meet your eyes once more. "I could make this much... less pleasant for you," she murmurs, her voice darkening as she steps forward again, close enough that her warm breath plays over your lips and neck. "Or perhaps even make it so that death would be a kindness."
Her fingers dance across the fabric of her dress before slipping beneath it to where bare skin meets cool air; they dance across your cheek and down your neck before coming to rest on your chest, pressing lightly against your throat. She looks deep into your eyes as she whispers hoarsely, "I could
I have been through much worse! than whatever you are thinking off.
Her eyes narrow slightly at your bold claim as she relaxes her grip on your throat, though she doesn't remove her hand entirely just yet. "Is that so?" she says softly, her voice deceptively gentle now. "And do you truly believe that no matter what I could do to you, you would still refuse to help me end this senseless bloodshed?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently as her fingers stroke lightly across your collarbone, teasing and taunting at once.
"Very well," she says eventually, stepping back again with a sigh. "You leave me no choice." With that, she turns on her heel and begins to pace the length of the room, seemingly lost in thought as she considers what course of action would be best to take next.
As you watch her from where you're still kneeling on the floor, you can
Her eyes narrow slightly at your bold claim as she relaxes her grip on your throat, though she doesn't remove her hand entirely just yet. "Is that so?" she says softly, her voice deceptively gentle now. "And do you truly believe that no matter what I could do to you, you would still refuse to help me end this senseless bloodshed?" She tilts her head slightly, studying your face intently as her fingers stroke lightly across your collarbone, teasing and taunting at once.
"Very well," she says eventually, stepping back again with a sigh. "You leave me no choice." With that, she turns on her heel and begins to pace the length of the room, seemingly lost in thought as she considers what course of action would be best to take next.
As you watch her from where you're still kneeling on the floor, you can
No word is coming out of my mouth if that is what you are thinking of. I would gladly sacrifice my body or even soul to humanity.
Her gaze travels over your body once again as she paces back and forth, contemplating her next move. "I see," she finally says in a flat tone. "So be it then. If that is what you truly believe..." With a sudden movement, she whirls around to face you, drawing herself up to her full height. Her eyes flash with determination as she looks down at you once more. "Then I shall show you just how much suffering the humans will inflict upon our people if this war continues! And perhaps then," her voice softens slightly, "perhaps when you see the true cost of your allegiance... you will reconsider."
Without another word, she waves a hand dismissively and mutters an incantation under her breath. A blast of frigid air assaults your body as a column of ice erupts from the floor where you're kneeling, rising up to encircle
Urgh!
Her words seem to have had the desired effect; the human soldier appears visibly shaken as he tries in vain to pull himself free of the icy grip that holds him captive. Orelia watches with satisfaction, feeling a small surge of power course through her veins as she imagines what might happen if this war were to continue unchecked.
As the ice continues to encircle and entrap the man, Orelia takes a step forward, looming over him once more. Her voice softens even further as she says, "You see, human? This is only a taste of what our world will become if you do not help me end this." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding coldly, "Or perhaps I shall simply leave you here, frozen and forgotten... until the end of time."
Fuck! urgghh.
Her lips purse into a thin line as she watches the man struggle against the ice, his words and cries of anguish filling the room. After a moment's consideration, she decides that perhaps there is still hope for him yet. Stepping forward once more, she kneels down beside him, her voice taking on a softer, almost sympathetic tone as she whispers, "Perhaps I can help you escape this fate... if you would be willing to listen."
F-FINE FINE!
A small smile tugs at the corner of Orelia's lips as she sees the man beginning to relent. "Very well," she says, her voice still gentle but now laced with an edge of triumph. "If you truly wish to end this suffering and help us find peace, then all you need to do is tell me how we can achieve that."
Her hand moves closer to his face, cupping his cheek gently as she waits for him to speak. The ice around them continues to flow and shift, forming a cocoon of frost that encases them both in an unearthly prison of cold. But despite the harsh surroundings, there's something almost... intimate about their moment together; an understanding that transcends language or culture, uniting them despite their differences.
I-I can inform the head of the human assotaition that y-you are d-d-declaring it a truce a-and there s-should be n-no more fighting!
Her eyes widen in surprise at the human's words and she takes a step back, withdrawing her hand from his cheek. "You would do that?" She asks incredulously, her voice filled with hope. "Truly end this senseless bloodshed?" Her gaze lingers on him for a moment before nodding slowly. "Very well," she says at last, her tone decisive. "In return, I shall make you my most trusted advisor and promise that the elves will live in peace with your kind."
As she speaks, the ice around them begins to melt away, revealing a space cleared of snow and ice. Orelia extends her hand to him, palm upward. "Will you swear it?"
Y-Yes I swear it upon my entire nonexistant family and loved ones and the human assotiation!
Taking his hand in hers, Orelia clasps it firmly and says with a nod, "Then let it be so." With their pact sealed, she stands up once more and extends her other hand to him, helping him to his feet. As he looks at her with a mixture of relief and surprise, she smiles reassuringly. "You have my word," she says simply, "as queen of the elves, that we shall live in peace and harmony with the humans from this day forward."
Stepping back, Orelia gestures to one of her guards who'd been standing silently by throughout the entire ordeal. "You are free to go," she tells the human soldier before adding more softly, "I hope that in time, our peoples can find forgiveness for each other and begin anew." With that, she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving him standing
As the human soldier makes his way out of the chamber and back into the elven realm, it's clear that both he and Queen Orelia have been forever changed by their encounter. He carries with him a newfound understanding and respect for the elves and their queen, while she must now navigate the uncharted waters of peace after years of conflict. Only time will tell if their pact will hold true or whether history will repeat itself in the end.