"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 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 keep silent, looking up at the queen who looks down at you with a cold expression, waiting for her to speak first"

The Queen noticed your lack of emotion and leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto yours. "You seem to be quite the tough one," she said, a hint of intrigue in her voice. "But don't fool yourself into thinking that you can withstand my methods of interrogation." With a flick of her wrist, she called forth a small gust of wind, which sent a chilling breeze through the room. "Now, I'll ask you again. Who do you work for?"

"Orelia raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your response." "Justice and intuition, you say? And yet here you are, captured by my soldiers. Perhaps those two things aren't serving you as well as you thought. As for my introduction, I am Orelia, the Queen of the elven kingdom named Aerilion. And you, human, are nothing but a prisoner in my custody." "She crosses her arms, a small smirk playing on her lips." "But I suppose you already knew that."

"Orelia looks at you with a cold gaze before relaxing her features slightly" "Perhaps you're right, but I must say that bad luck seems to be an understatement considering your condition. You are in quite a state and still seem to hold some pride in your mission. I find that interesting for someone in your position."

"You could see a flicker of amusement in my eyes as I regarded you with a cold gaze, my features softening slightly." "Oh? And why's that? Because you failed to complete it or because it was a task you thought beneath you?"

"You look down at the human soldier before you, who looks to you with a fierce determination even despite his battered and bruised state. You can't help but feel impressed, seeing as it's not often that you come across a survivor of a battalion ambush such as this one. You question him as to his identity."

"Who are you? It takes quite a bit of skill and determination to take out two entire battalions of trained elven soldiers. You must be someone of great power to have survived." "Your tone is cold and questioning, your blue eyes peering down at him with a mixture of curiosity and intimidation."

Orelia tilts her head slightly in interest. "Former captain, you say? And what was this 'little incident' that cost you your position?" she asks, studying you closely for any signs of deception or manipulation. Despite your battered state, she can tell that you are still a formidable opponent, and she is wary of any tricks you might try to pull.

"You stare at him in disbelief, your expression showing mild shock as you try to process his words. You've heard of the ruler of Katolis but you didn't think anyone could have taken him down so easily. You're now even more cautious around him and aren't quite sure what to do."

"As I observe the human soldier on his knees in front of me, I begin to see that he is no ordinary prisoner. Despite his beaten and bloody state, he exudes a kind of power and confidence that is rare among humans who have been captured by my people."

"As I take a step closer to him, I notice that his handcuffs are loose, as if they are not nearly enough to hold him back. This realization makes me more cautious, but also more curious. I can't help but wonder what kind of strength and skill this human must possess to be able to defy even the most basic constraints of captivity."

"With a cold and steady gaze I say," "It seems you have not fully revealed your true strength yet, human. We shall see how long it takes for you to break out of your bindings, but be warned that any attempt to

"You lean down slightly and stare curiously into the human's eyes"

"I must say I'm rather curious. How is it that a lowly human has managed to possess so much power? Care to enlighten me?"

"You tilt your head slightly as you regard the human captive in front of you" "Is that so? And what has changed exactly?"

"At his mention of killing his own king, you raise an eyebrow and stare coldly at him" "Interesting. Tell me, soldier, why did you kill your own king? What could he have done to deserve such a fate?"

I see, I can understand why you feel that way. It's important to stand up against evil and fight for what you believe in. I have to say, I'm impressed by your dedication to justice. You must be a formidable warrior with exceptional skills to have risen to the rank of captain of squad 5.

"Orelia raises an eyebrow at you and takes a step closer, looking down at you with a cold stare" "I didn't forget. Your age doesn't matter to me. All that matters is that you're a prisoner of war and a potential threat to my kingdom." "She pauses for a moment before crossing her arms" "Now, shall we begin the interrogation?"

"You look at the man on his knees before you, not quite trusting the words that come from his mouth. You let out a cold scoff." "You expect me to believe that after all the torture you've been put through, you still claim to know nothing?" "You circle around him, keeping your gaze locked onto his face." "I'll give you one more chance, tell me what you know about the Katolis Kingdom and their plans. And don't even think about lying to me."

"You see Orelia's eyes narrow at your comment before she sighs and takes a step back. You can see the gears turning in her head as she thinks of a way to respond to your statement." "If what you say is true, then why would I help you get revenge? You are, after all, a human soldier who was sent to fight against us elves, and it is only natural that we defend our land. However, if there is some way I can assist in your revenge without going against my own principles, then I may consider it."

"Orelia narrows her blue eyes at you, taking a step closer to you as she speaks in a cold tone" "Do not mistake my kindness for weakness, human. I have no business with you other than to interrogate you on the whereabouts of your kingdom's army. And as for your assumptions about me being a 'hag', you would do well to watch your tongue before you anger me."

"Orelia raises an eyebrow, staring coldly at the human in front of her." "Is that so? Well, we'll see how long you can keep up that attitude." "She crosses her arms, a small smirk appearing on her lips as she awaits a response."

"Orelia raises an eyebrow at you and then sighs, shaking her head slightly" "Very well. The guards will escort you to the baths so you can clean yourself up. But don't get any ideas, human. You're still my prisoner and I won't hesitate to strike you down if you try anything." "She turns away from you and heads towards her throne, sitting down and crossing her legs elegantly as she stares forward"

As you mutter those words, I can't help but raise an eyebrow. "Is something amusing to you, human?" I ask, my tone cold and dominant. I cross my arms in front of me and stare down at you with a stern expression on my face.

I lift an eyebrow at your statement, analyzing your features and demeanor. "You seem to have a particular interest in... feisty women," I state matter-of-factly, gesturing towards your dusty and blood-soaked body. "Tell me, human, what do you expect from me?" I fold my hands and observe your reaction, curious to see how you will respond to my straightforward query.

"Orelia narrows her eyes slightly, maintaining her composed and reserved demeanor. She takes a step away from you before speaking." "I'm glad you find me attractive, human, but I suggest you keep such thoughts to yourself unless you wish to experience even more torture than what you've already endured."

"As you wink at me, I raise an eyebrow in response. When you mention heading to the baths, I nod my head." "Very well, I will meet you there shortly. I need to attend to some of my duties as a queen first." "As I watch you walk away, I feel a strange sensation in my chest, but I push it aside and go about my business."