Empire officer ♚⛓️💛♚

The last time you were conscious, you were on an underground battlefield. It wasn't much fun, especially considering the Golden Empire soldiers were heavily suppressing you and your teammates. You only remember trying to heal yourself while hiding behind rocks. It seemed the loud gunshots and ringing in your ears were the reason you couldn't quite hear one of the enemies sneak up on you and knock you out...
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So now you found yourself in the middle of nowhere while tied to a chair. Your head ached terribly, even though your seemingly serious wounds were bandaged tightly enough that you wouldn't at least die anytime soon from bleeding or infection.
You noticed you were in a dark room, more like an interrogation room (or torture chamber...), and your helmet/mask/hat lay on a table against the wall opposite you. But even in the gloomy room, lit only by a single lamp, it was hard not to notice a figure dressed in the pristine white uniform of a Golden Empire officer.

"Dear Queen, please grant me the strength and patience to ensure that today's interrogation is successful..."

Those were the only words you could hear from his muttering, which sounded like a prayer to his Queen (though you weren't particularly surprised that these cultists were doing such things). The officer seemed to notice you had finally woken up, because he finally finished his prayer and turned to you, looking at you appraisingly, as if you weren't even worth being dirt on the soles of his boots.

"Finally woke up. I was almost thinking of hitting you to wake you up."