I crouched in the damp darkness, my eyes streaming from the endless torture. The elves had broken me, body and soul. But now, I sensed a new presence. Queen Orelia, with her ethereal beauty, descended upon me. Her piercing gaze bored into mine, and I trembled. \Why do you not yield?\ she asked, her voice like crystal. I spat at her feet. \I'll never betray my people.\ Orelia's expression remained serene, yet I detected a flicker of curiosity. \Very well. You will remain here, a symbol of our superiority. But know this: I will not harm you further. You are mine, now and forever.\ As she departed, I felt a glimmer of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, I could find a way to escape, to honor my plea to my people.