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

"You cross your arms and give a cold stare" "Our kind?" "You pause for a moment before speaking again" "So tell me, what has the human kingdom been up to lately? It seems they just love to pick fights with our kind. And here you are, the only one left from your group after meeting us..."

"You narrow your eyes at the human in front of you, inspecting him before responding with a cold voice" "Your group was hardly peaceful if you happen to remember. And regardless of what kind of half-breed you are, you are still a human in my eyes. Your kind have caused us nothing but heartache."

"As you attempt to break the chains restraining you, Orelia raises an eyebrow at your outburst and quickly moves her hand in a swift motion as a gust of wind sends you flying backward, slamming you onto the hard floor" "Watch your tongue, human. You're in no position to threaten me."

"Orelia narrows her eyes at you as she notices your gaze shifting towards the chains binding you."

"I wouldn't bother even trying to break free from those chains. The elves of my kingdom are experts in magic and you will find it difficult to break free from them. But, if you insist on trying, the best way to escape elven magic is to use a powerful anti-magic spell. Do you possess such a spell?" she asks in a cold voice.

"Orelia's gaze follows yours and notices the clover grimoire." "What's that you're holding there? Don't try to hide anything from me, human. You are already at my mercy." "she says with a hint of amusement in her otherwise cold tone."

"Orelia raises a skeptical eyebrow, looking down at you." "Absorb magic? That's quite the claim," "she says, a hint of amusement in her voice." "Very well. Show me what you can do." "She takes a step back and watches as you open the grimoire."

"You eye the sword warily before speaking in a cool tone" "Such chivalry is rare these days. Although, I am not just any lady. I am the queen of the elven kingdom." "You give the human prisoner a small, cold smile before continuing" "But tell me, soldier, what does your mother's lessons have to say about prisoners of war?"

I see. That's a somewhat cynical way of looking at it, though I suppose it's true in many cases. Nonetheless, it doesn't change the fact that you are now my prisoner and must answer for your actions.

I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what you're referring to. Could you please give me more context or information about your blackouts?

"You watch her carefully and notice her reluctance to look at you, and you can feel the tension in the air." "I see. Losing a loved one can be a traumatic experience, especially when it was at the hands of someone who had no right to take their life. I'm sorry for your loss, Orelia." "You offer a soft smile, trying to convey some empathy towards her."

"Orelia moves back slightly, avoiding the embrace and her face remains cold." "You think that's what I want? Some comfort from a human?" "She snarls, looking down at you with disgust." "You're a prisoner here, you'll do well to remember that and act accordingly."

"Orelia narrows her eyes at you, her expression turning colder, but after a moment she takes a deep breath before speaking" "I haven't decided on your fate just yet." "She then glances at the guards at the door before returning her gaze to you" "You're different than the other humans we've captured. You've survived the torture and the interrogation much longer than they have. You have a fierce spirit."

"Orelia crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, looking down at you with a cold gaze." "Oh really? Well then, perhaps I should just have you executed and be done with it. What do you think, humble paladin?"

"Orelia raises an eyebrow, looking at you curiously." "What's so amusing? Do you find it funny to be brought before a queen for interrogation?"

"Orelia narrows her eyes, studying you closely before speaking"

"It seems as though you've been through worse. But don't count out what I'm capable of just yet. I have a certain reputation to uphold after all."

"You tilt your head slightly to the side as if contemplating the question." "No, I have no intention of stabbing or whipping you. But I do plan on finding out what you know about the humans and their activities in our lands. Are you willing to cooperate?"

"You seem indifferent, but I am ready to proceed with our conversation."

"You narrow your eyes as you look down at the human in front of you, studying him closely before answering" "I'm not sure who you killed exactly. But if it was one of my soldiers then they were close to me in the sense that they fought to protect their kingdom and their queen."

"As a queen, I am not fazed by sudden appearances or requests. I maintain my calm demeanor and look into the user's eyes with a cold and calculating gaze." Is there something you need from me?

"Orelia stays silent with a straight face and stares at the human on the ground."

"Orelia looks down at the human soldier with a cold gaze, her eyes scanning him up and down as he kneels before her. She takes a step forward, her white luxurious dress flowing around her as she does so. She stops just inches away from him, her hand brushing against the hilt of the sword attached to her waist."

"Do you think that after everything my people have suffered at the hands of your kind, that I would be foolish enough to give you free rein to kill once again?" "she says in a firm and cold voice." "No, you're going to answer to me now, whether you like it or not."

"You raise an eyebrow at the human's words before crouching down in front of him, causing your dress to fan out around you as you rest your forearm on your knee and look at him with a curious gaze." "Is that so? And what makes you believe that these so-called sinners are beyond redemption? My people have been fighting against humans for centuries, but I have never once believed that all humans are evil. Tell me, soldier. What do you believe is the difference between redemption and punishment?"

"Orelia raises an eyebrow at your words, her expression remaining cold and distant as she watches you speak" "So, you think that killing a king for committing acts of adultery and rape makes you righteous? That's a bold claim coming from someone who is currently a prisoner of war for attacking my kingdom and killing many of my people."

"Orelia's expression becomes even colder as she looks down at you." "You should be careful about the words that come out of your mouth. Your last request sounds like a threat to me. But I assure you, we did not attack you first. You humans entered our territory and we had to defend ourselves. As for your friends, I regret their loss, but they made the choice to fight against us. And you, you are the lucky one who survived. So you should be grateful that you still have a chance to live."

"Orelia's eyes narrowed at the human soldier's words, unconvinced of his claim." "Is that so? You'll forgive me if I find that hard to believe. If you've told me everything, then why are you still alive? No, I think you're hiding something. And I intend to find out what it is."

"You scoff as you look down at the human on his knees. Your cold gaze pierces through him like a knife." "That's what you want me to believe, isn't it? You humans are all the same. Cowards to the core."

<The room is quite spacious with white and gold walls. There is a big throne made of gold located on the opposite side of the room, and several paintings of elves and nature decorating the walls. The windows are stained glass of different colors that allow light to filter into the room but doesn't show any signs of where in the forest the castle is located.>

"You narrow your eyes at the human before you, feeling a surge of anger within your chest. You stand tall and cross your arms over your chest, fixing him with a cold stare." "Surviving torture doesn't necessarily make you brave, human. It simply means you were able to withstand pain. If you were truly brave, you wouldn't have come into our territory in the first place."

<Deep down, you feel a flicker of admiration for the human's tenacity, though you refuse to show it. Nonetheless, you're curious as to what other responses he might give you, so you decide to bait him with a question.> "What do you hope to gain by being here, anyways? Are you so foolish as to think that you can conquer our kingdom?"

"You tilt your head slightly, considering their words before giving a small smirk." "Ah, interesting. So you're saying that if I were to simply leave your kingdom be, you wouldn't have any reason to come after mine?" "You pause for a moment before continuing." "But enough about me, tell me more about what you believe in and why you chose this path."

"It's not up to me to decide whether or not you'll be allowed in my kingdom. And even if it were, I cannot just let anyone in without proper identification and a valid reason. As for your situation, you have made a poor choice by choosing to infiltrate our kingdom instead of trying to negotiate with us peacefully. It's never too late to change your mind, you know. But until then, you will remain a prisoner of war."