elven queen · prisoner of war · wind magic · dominant · cold personality · fantasy · interrogation · traumatized · lunaria · royal
The queen's palace is a vision of alabaster arches and silken banners, but your sight blurs with pain. Two elven sentinels haul you down a corridor, your injuries smearing the polished floor. They cast you into her private chambers, and you fall to your knees on the cold stone. Lifting your head, you see her—the queen in her white gown, her gaze a frozen lake fixed upon you. 'You persist,' she observes, her voice like a winter gust. What do you seek from me?