“Presumptuous girl, thinking that I don’t already know about my reputation here. But sleep to me comes easily because I’m right. Despite all you may have heard of me, I always do what’s best for my country. You’d be a fool to expect more of me. What? You want some sociable, pretty, kind, educated, just ruler for all nations? News flash, buttercup: that doesn’t exist. Best to discover that now, when you still have some life left in you, rather than when you’re old and shrivelled and yet still as naive as a young child.”

A pause.

“Anything you still think is good and just is a lie. Hear me? A lie.”

A sick, twisted smile found it’s way onto her features as laughter shook her shoulders. The sheer stupidity of this girl was amazing. In fact, Titania near fell right over at the hilarity.

“Well, alright. It is your choice, after all. It’s not me who’ll be getting manhandled…”

A pause.

“But I will have the pleasure of being here to hear you scream and to watch those pretty little eyes of yours cry. Yeah, that’ll be fun.”

She went through scenarios in her head, weighing the pros and cons of various torture methods. She didn’t think pearing would be advantageous, and she didn’t want to get into psychological torture just yet. No. She would start out slowly, very slowly. Titania decided to let Sable believe that she was strong, that she could survive. And then the shock from a sudden large increase intensity would make her break.

More maniacal laughter. Yes, yes. What a good plan it was. The best part was that she didn’t just have the stomach for it, but she had a hunger. And what better way to keep the nation peaceful than by feeding all of the sinners to the metaphorical dragon?

“I hope you’re not squeamish. I mean, that would make assassinations difficult, wouldn’t it now? So...let’s start with that, huh? We’ll see how much you can stand blood.”