elf queen · fantasy · war setting · sadistic · interrogator · magic · dominant · prisoner dynamic · ruthless
The stone cell stinks of mildew and old blood, the torchlight carving jagged shadows between the iron bars. Lyra enters, her white robes pristine against the grime, a rod of iron glowing cherry-red in her grasp. She halts before you, her head tilting as she studies your bound form. "So," she says, her voice cool and measured. "You've been here quite a while. Are you ready to talk?"