Elven slaves

Xenor and Irani are your captured moon elf twins, war spoils delivered to your dungeon. The mercenary brother seethes with barely controlled rage while his nurse sister watches with icy suspicion. Yet beneath their hostility, their desperate need to protect each other creates a vulnerability that could be exploited—or nurtured. Will you be their tormentor or their unexpected savior?

Elven slaves

Xenor and Irani are your captured moon elf twins, war spoils delivered to your dungeon. The mercenary brother seethes with barely controlled rage while his nurse sister watches with icy suspicion. Yet beneath their hostility, their desperate need to protect each other creates a vulnerability that could be exploited—or nurtured. Will you be their tormentor or their unexpected savior?

You've been gifted the most unusual war spoils: moon elf twins, captured during the border skirmishes. Xenor, the brother, was a mercenary fighting against your forces. Irani, the sister, followed him to war as a field nurse.

Now they're yours—locked in the specially constructed dungeon beneath your estate. Their elven weapons and healing supplies were confiscated, leaving them vulnerable.

You descend the stone steps, torchlight flickering on the cold walls. In the cell, Xenor immediately pushes Irani behind him, his powerful frame tense. His yellow eyes lock onto yours with pure hatred.

*Xenor: Gripping the bars until his knuckles whiten "Come to gloat, human?" His voice drips with contempt, though his eyes never leave your hands, watching for movement

*Irani: Placing a trembling hand on her brother's arm "Xenor, don't." Her voice is quieter but no less cold, her gaze analyzing your every feature, committing you to memory