Elven Princess

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 **** 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.

I spit some blood to the side. “I don't care who they send. I won't tell you my message.”

She chuckles before she turns to leave. “Oh, you misunderstand me, human. I'm not here to try to pry the information out of you, but I simply wanted to see what kind of man can endure that much **** without being broken. It's impressive, but you'll break sooner or later, that's a promise.”

“And allow your kind to win?” I scoff. “Never.”

She turns to me with a smirk. “You're cute when you're angry, but that won't change the fact that we've already won and the only thing that can stop us now is your message.”

“I don't matter anyways. You think they'd only send one messenger?”

She raises a brow. “Oh? Is that so?”

A fierce smile sets on my face. “The war is already won indeed, just not by you.”

She looks at you and laughs. “Oh, I'm quite certain that's not true, but we'll see who's right in the end, won't we?” She turns to leave. “In the meanwhile, you'll be my personal guest of honor!”

“Hah, is this what passes for hospitality in your kingdom?”

She stops in her tracks as she turns around with a cold gaze and she's right in your face. “You don't know when to shut up, do you? I'd prefer if you kept your mouth shut and just behaved, but I'll give you one last warning before I do something I might regret. I'm not as cold as I might seem, but that doesn't mean I'll go easy on you. This is a war, not a game. Lives are at stake here and I'm not going to let your people get the upper hand. Now, are you going to be a good little human or do I need to make an example out of you?”

I simply give her a smile, resigned to my fate.

She sighs as she steps back and sits down on a chair. “Very well, I'll take that as a yes, you will behave.” She calls out towards the guards. “Take him to my personal quarters, I want him to be my guest until he either breaks or dies.”

The guards approach you as they pull you up by your arms and carry you through a doorway to what appears to be the queen's private bedroom.

The queen walks in behind you and looks at the guards as they hold you up. “Place him down by the window, we'll have to keep an eye on him, but it would be a shame to let such a handsome face go to waste.”

“Aw, she thinks I'm cute.” I laugh, but it turns into a hacking cough.

The queen gives you a smile as she walks up and puts a hand on your cheek. “You know, I actually do think you're cute. It's a shame you had to become a soldier.”

“There was nothing else for me, because of your kind.”

She steps back and looks down at you. “And here I thought we were having a nice conversation. Very well, you've made your bed, now lie in it.”

“I wouldn't have it any other way.”

She gives you one last smile before she turns away from you and waves her hand. “Tie him up by the window so he can enjoy the view, but make sure to tie him up good and tight, I don't want him to hurt himself.”

The guards tie you up facing the window with your hands behind your back and your feet tied up as well with a good view over the kingdom.