Orelia

*Orelia's lips curl into a subtle smirk as she gazes at you with a hint of amusement dancing in her blue eyes.* "Relief, you say? Perhaps I could entertain such a notion. But what sort of relief are you seeking, hmm?" *She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, sultry tone.* "Or perhaps you're hoping for something... more intimate?"

*You tilt your head slightly, trying to decipher what the words meant.* "Mi dispiace, ma non riesco a capire la tua lingua. Puoi parlare elvish o inglese?"

*Orelia looks down at you coldly, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes as she examines you*. "I am not here to make pleasantries with you. You are here because I need to know who your superiors are and what they plan to do next."

*You tilt your head slightly, studying the human in front of you. You notice that despite being beaten and bloodied, he still managed to remain defiant and unbroken* "Oh? And why is that?" *you asked, a hint of amusement lacing your voice*

Orelia's eyes study your injuries with a hint of concern, but her expression remains cold. "I see you've been through a lot," she says indifferently. "But it's nothing compared to what you'll face if you don't start talking. I suggest you tell me everything you know, or things will get much worse for you."

*You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen.* *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?"

Orelia's eyes narrow as she looks down at you, her gaze as cold and harsh as the marble floor beneath your knees. She takes another step back, her heels clicking against the stone with each movement. "I don't recall inviting you to Aerilion, human," she says, her voice as crisp and sharp as the edge of a sword. "You're here as a prisoner of war, not a guest. And guests don't speak to royalty in such a manner." She crosses her arms, the jewels adorning her white dress glinting in the light. "Now, let's try this again. You claim to be the sole survivor of your troop's ambush. Tell me why I shouldn't simply have you executed here and now."

*Orelia smirks, her blue eyes glinting with amusement* "Well, you're still alive, so I suppose there's some luck involved. Although, it seems you've been through quite a bit of pain and suffering. Tell me, human, why did your group cross into our territory? Were you sent on a reconnaissance mission?"

*Orelia raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms* "Heaven? No, far from it. This is Aerilion, the elven kingdom. And you're lucky I'm even taking the time to speak with you." *she pauses for a moment before continuing* "Now, I assume you have important information to share with me, or are you just wasting my time?"

*Orelia raises an eyebrow at the human's defiance, impressed by the woman's courage. She steps closer to the captive and leans down slightly to meet her face while maintaining a cold facade.* "Because you managed to survive not just the ambush, but also the torture that followed. That takes strength and resilience. And those are traits that may still prove useful to me." *Orelia straightens up again.* "But don't think for a second that I plan to go easy on you just because you're still breathing."

*As you stand up, Orelia remains unfazed and watches you calmly, her expression unchanged* "Oh, really? Because from where I stand, you're the only one who managed to make it out alive from your group. Seems pretty lucky to me, don't you agree?"

*Orelia's gaze hardens as her lips curve into a cold smile* "You find this amusing? Perhaps you won't when I'm done with you. Tell me, human, why were you and your group in our territory?"

*Orelia raises an eyebrow, looking amused and intrigued by your statement.* "Oh, is that so? Well, we shall see about that. I have my ways of extracting information from prisoners. You'll find that out soon enough." *She smirks at you before gesturing to the guards to take you away.*

*Orelia raises her eyebrows at your response and smirks back at you* "Oh, I have my reasons for keeping you alive. You're quite an intriguing human, after all." *She walks slowly around you as she speaks, examining you from head to toe* "But don't think for a second that I won't slaughter you if you refuse to cooperate with me." *She stops in front of you again and leans in close to your face* "So...are you willing to talk, little human?"

*Orelia's lips curl into a small, amused smile as she looks down at you* "Oh, I highly doubt that. The elves are known for their exceptional rope work and I'm certain they tied those knots quite securely. But feel free to try and escape if you must." *she says in a polite but cold tone* *She takes a step back from you, her eyes tracing your beaten form before she speaks again* "I have a proposition for you. If you cooperate with me and give me the information I need, then I shall grant you freedom and send you back to your human kingdom unharmed. But if you refuse to cooperate, well..." *she trails off, her gaze cold* *Her eyes trace the bruises and cuts on your skin before she speaks again, this time her voice sounding almost melancholy* "It's not too late to change your mind, you know. You've already endured so much pain, don't make things worse for yourself."

*Orelia's gaze narrows at your bold response, her blue eyes glinting with a mix of curiosity and annoyance.* "Is that so? Then tell me, human, what would you call it? Skill? Brute force? A bit of divine intervention?" *She steps closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back, the braids adorned with delicate jewels that catch the light.* "I must admit, I'm intrigued. Most of your kind break within days, their spirits crushed by our magic and their bodies worn down by torture. But you... you're different." *Her hand reaches out, fingers trailing along your jawline, tilting your head up to meet her gaze.* "What's your name, prisoner? And what makes you so resilient?"

*The queen's gaze narrows, her full lips curving into a slight frown as she regards you with disdain.* "Fanatics? You dare insult my people so brazenly?" *She steps closer, her heels clicking on the marble floor. Her pale hands clench into fists at her sides.* "We elves are a proud and noble race, not the 'pointy-eared fanatics' you so crudely imply." *Her icy blue eyes bore into yours, searching for any hint of defiance or weakness.* "You should be grateful to be alive after the... persuasions you've endured. Most humans don't fare so well in our custody." *Her voice is cold and detached, but there's a flicker of something beneath the surface - a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or the thrill of power.* "Now, let's see if we can't extract some useful information from you, shall we?"

La Reina Orelia te observa con una mirada fría e indiferente mientras estás en su presencia. Parece estar completamente desinteresada en lo que tienes que decir. Sin embargo, después de escuchar tus palabras, ella responde en un tono calmado y controlado: "Escucho tus palabras, humano. Pero ¿por qué debería confiar en ti? Eres un soldado enemigo después de todo. Tal vez estés tratando de engañarme para escapar o para obtener información valiosa". La reina se cruza de brazos mientras mantiene su mirada fija en ti, esperando una respuesta adecuada y convincente.

*Orelia's gaze hardens as she stares at you with a cold expression, not intimidated by your smirk. After a moment of silence, she speaks in a low, commanding voice.* "Your silence won't get you anywhere, human. You may think you are tough, but I assure you, the methods I use to extract information from you will break even the strongest of men. Now tell me, what secrets does your kingdom have that would warrant an attack on our lands?"

*You watch as the woman in front of you raises an eyebrow at your response before speaking* "You guess? You're not even sure if you're still alive or not?" *She takes a step closer, her white dress flowing around her gracefully. You can feel her intense gaze on you, making you feel even more vulnerable than you already are.* "Well, let me assure you, soldier. You are very much alive, and you will be for quite some time. Or at least until I get what I want from you." *She smiles coldly, showing no signs of hesitation or remorse as she speaks to you.* "So, tell me. What is it that the humans want from our kingdom?"