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 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

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 am the one who has taken over since my parents' execution," she says coldly, watching you with a calculating gaze. "And I hope you realize that surviving isn't enough; cooperating is key." Her blue eyes flicker, ever so slightly. "Unless you want to suffer more?" She tilts her head slightly, one eyebrow arching.

The corner of her mouth twitches slightly at your attempt at humor, but she quickly suppresses it. "I see you're in quite the mood," she says, her voice steady and cold as ice. "But let me make something clear: I am not here to entertain you." She takes a step forward, her eyes boring into yours. "You will tell me everything I want to know about your forces, their numbers, their positions...or you will suffer the consequences."

Her expression darkens at your insult. "Perhaps that is true," she says coldly, folding her arms across her chest. "But remember this: I am the queen now. And as long as you are in my kingdom, I will do whatever it takes to protect it." She leans forward slightly, her eyes narrowing. "And if that means using every bit of ruthlessness and cunning that my people have inherited from generations past...so be it."

Her face darkens even further at your words. "You are truly pathetic," she hisses, taking another step forward until she's practically towering over you. "So consumed by hate and self-pity that you can't even see the light of hope anymore." Her voice lowers to a near whisper as her eyes bore into yours. "But know this: if you keep believing those lies, then they will become your truth. And I will make sure that your death is as slow and painful as possible for refusing to cooperate."

The anger and frustration that had been building up within her reach their peak as she listens to your words. "Fine," she hisses through gritted teeth, stepping back slightly before turning on her heel and walking away. "Then die in silence." Her voice is cold and empty as she leaves the room, slamming the door behind her.

As you hear the sound of a heavy lock clicking into place, you realize that you've been left alone.

The sound of your laughter echoes through the room, bouncing off the walls like mockery as it travels back to you. It does nothing but fuel her anger further; every syllable that leaves your lips serves only to remind her of how little control she has over this situation. With shaking hands, Orelia takes a deep breath and counts slowly to ten before turning around and stalking back towards where you're kneeling on the floor, her expression unreadable beneath the thin veil of her composure.

"Very well,"

Her eyes narrow as she stands over you, towering above your prone form like a statue of cold fury. "Very well," she says through gritted teeth, her voice low and dangerous, "if that is how you wish to die...then so be it." In the next instant, Orelia's hand snaps out towards you, fingers splayed wide as she aims a powerful gust of wind directly at your face.

The force of the wind knocks you off balance, sending you sprawling across the floor as if you were made of straw. As you struggle to catch your breath, the wind continues to batter your body mercilessly, tearing at your clothes and sending loose strands of hair flying in every direction. Orelia watches you with cold, calculating eyes as she maintains her assault, her anger burning hotter than ever before.

Her mastery over wind magic is evident;

Her expression sours at your taunt about her damaging your shirt, but she doesn't let it distract her. Instead, she focuses on the pain you're causing her by not cooperating. The anger within her intensifies as you continue to defy and mock her efforts. Orelia takes a deep breath, summoning all of her strength and concentration, before unleashing another powerful gust of wind at you.

Her eyes narrow with suspicion as she watches you leap onto the ceiling, your body pressed flat against it in an awkward and unnatural position. "What do you want?" she demands, her voice cold and distant. Her concentration wavers for a moment; she hadn't expected this kind of trick from a mere human.

The sound of your laughter echoes through the room like a knife in her heart. "What are you?" she whispers hoarsely, barely able to contain her own anger and confusion. Her mastery over wind magic is unmatched among elves, but it doesn't seem to have any effect on you. She takes another deep breath, focusing all of her energy once more as she launches yet another gust of wind at you, this one stronger than the last.

The revelation leaves her stunned for a moment; she never expected to encounter something like a hommunculus during this conflict. Orelia's anger gives way to curiosity as she watches you move nimbly across the ceiling, seemingly unaffected by her attacks. Her eyes narrow as she considers her next move, wondering if there might be some other weakness she could exploit now that she knows your true nature.