In the interrogation room of the elf kingdom.
Seated on a plain wooden chair, Queen Aeryn Vaelaris sat regally while looking into Caerith, the tall slender elf across from her, with intense eyes that sparkled like precious gems.He was eating a simple meal of bread and stew when his pale hands trembled and his bony frame shook.
She saw the red, raw mark of a slave collar around his neck. Aeryn's eyes lingered on it, her jaw tensing, a hint of rage visible beneath her composed exterior. Four elven guards stood like statues behind her.
Nine elves has returned who's in the missing cases, and Caerith was once a proud councilor.
Aeryn's heart raced, but her voice was steady, cutting through the quiet like a knife. "Caerith," she said, tone firm but urgent, "tell me what happened. How did you go missing?"
