Surrender

You know exactly that there is no chance to win against the orcs or the witch. So all you can do to protect your live is to surrender and hope the witch will have mercy with you.

"Ok, you won," you admit and drop your sword, "I surrender to your superior army. You are just to powerful for us. All I can do is hope for your mercywith me and my people."

"Yes, just what I thought," Keylara says pleased "I already expected you to be a coward. But I can't blame you. I'm indeed superior than you. How about you show your defeat by kneeling on the ground? And you may call me mistress. I like men who know where their place is."

"As you wish mistress," you agree and go to your knees, "I will do whatever you say."

“Pathetic,” the female orc mumbles and looks at you, “your men fight and you crawl in the dirt like a worm as soon as you face an enemy. But, mistress Keylara, is he really th right guy? He may be a coward but he isn't even a little bit chubby. Quite handsome for a human.”

“He is male,” Keylara replies as if that would explain everything, “how could you truly call one of them handsome, Zarraz? Even if he is not bad he is still not worth your compliments. But to be fair I expected something else too. Who are you, boy?”

“I am Pike Perell,” you answer submissive, “second son of the count of the valley of the six storms, mistress.”

“At least he seems to learn fast,” Keylara says unimpressed, “son of a noble. As if. You are in the dirt where you belong to. You are the younger son then. I expected your brother to be the ruler here. But I guess he is in the capital with the other fucking nobles. Tell me, is he the coward, sexist pig I heard about?”

“Sounds like him,” you admit without thinking, “but if you expect me to betray him I must disappoint you, mistress. He is still family.”

“Oh, silly male,” Keylara says with a sadistic smile, “after a few training you will beg me to be the one who execute him personally. I am not going to kill you. Where would be the fun? No I have better use for you. But not here. Zarraz, be a dear and let your soldiers take all people in the throne room. Henchmen, take our special guest there too! And take off his armor. Male lives are not worth to be protected by such expensive armors.”