You had been captured. The fire elf soldiers don’t even bother tying you up, they just drag you into the throne room.

“Oh! There she is!”

The fire elf queen, Larina, exclaims from her throne, setting down a glass of whiskey.

“The little nature princess. You know, I’ve asked for your hand many times, maybe your parents should’ve given it to me. But it’s no matter.”

She waves her hand.

“Take her to the baths.”

She orders her soldiers.