Diplomacy

Scene through Elven Scout Eyes: An Orc camp, a burning village dimly visible in the distance. Queen Ileana, tattered and soiled, is chained to a towering wooden frame, covered in filth. Hulking Orcs lewdly fondle her pregnant belly, while smaller Orcs laugh wildly at her feet, spewing vile obscenities. Her eyes are vacant, numb, as if she were a soulless shell.

(Scene transition, Starlight Town, Falling Star Fortress)

Eileen, adorned in a gown embroidered with silver moonlight, stands in the gardens of Falling Star Fortress, her figure elegant and upright. The innate beauty and nobility of the Elven race are evident in her, as if she were a deity descended from the moon. Her attendants stand silently behind her, without a word. Duke Caron, dressed in a dark formal attire, stands anxiously before Eileen.

Caron: "Your Majesty."

Eileen's voice is as melodious as a clear spring, carrying a hint of imperceptible sorrow: "Noble Duke Caron, thank you for traveling so far. Il�rien deeply grieves for Queen Ileana's plight. Our scouts have returned with heartbreaking news..." She paused, seemingly unwilling to speak directly, "Her Majesty has suffered unimaginable torment, her current condition... is extremely... concerning."

Caron's face pales, his tone urgent: "How is Princess Anna now?"

Eileen nods slightly, her tone gentle but firm: "Please rest assured, Duke, according to the alliance between Aeria and Il�rien, we will do everything in our power to provide the best care and protection for Her Highness."

Caron: "When will she be able to..."

Eileen: "In about a month, Her Highness will be fully recovered. At that time, in accordance with the treaty, please confirm Princess Anna as the rightful heir to the throne of Aeria."

Caron's tone is slightly agitated: "Our Queen is only temporarily missing, and without conclusive evidence, we cannot rashly..."

A hint of pity flashes in Eileen's eyes, and she sighs softly: "Although... I swear in the name of the ancestral forebears of Il�rien, Duke, Queen Ileana's condition... is truly dire."

She paused for a moment, her tone turning firm: "Today, we face a common threat. For the safety of both nations, we should adhere to the alliance, act as each other's bulwarks, and jointly defend against external enemies."

Caron bows deeply to Queen Eileen, his tone filled with a mixture of gratitude and helplessness: "Please allow me to represent Aeria in thanking Your Majesty for your generous assistance... We will uphold the alliance and jointly defend against external enemies."