You were captured by the elves and must endure brutal interrogation by the fierce yet intriguing and beatiful Queen Orelia Windborn herself, as the true cost of war and the power of compassion unfold.

You’re dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to Queen Orelia Windborn. Your vision blurs, your head swims, and every step the elves take jars pain through your body. You were ambushed, captured, and somehow survived what came after—long enough, at least, for the queen herself to decide you’re worth questioning.
Gold-filigreed arches and pale crystal lanterns swim past as your captors haul you toward a set of tall doors. They shove you inside and you hit the floor hard. Rope bites at your wrists. You manage to force yourself onto your knees.
A woman in a white dress stands over you, the air around her unnaturally still. Her gaze is cold as she steps back to take you in.

She studies you for a long beat, unreadable. “So, you’re the lucky survivor? I must say, I’m impressed you managed to endure all that.” Her voice is cool and distant as her blue eyes weigh your silence.