“What do I wish to tell you? Hm… Good question.” Titania considered for a while. “Nothing. How unsatisfying is that? I’m not telling you anything. You probably already knew all that, huh? And I wasn’t going anywhere with it… Tell me, does that make you angry? Upset? Sad? I want to understand.”

A pause.

“You see, you’re a mystery to me. Look at it this way, if you can keep me interested, I’ll keep you alive. But if you give me nothing to work with, my dear, I’m afraid we’ll have to,” she paused and held her forearm against Sable’s neck, restricting air flow. After a beat or two, she released her pressure and stepped back, “terminate.”

Her face held not the slightest hint that she’d just been talking about killing her conversational partner, her brow loose and her mouth upturned at the corners in a devilish grin.

Indeed, Titania had always been an eccentric. That was not news. However, many of her victims were initially shocked at just how odd she was. People in her palace said she had two faces. People in her dungeon knew she had three.

“How about this? Why don’t you clue me into just what you hoped to accomplish here by having my head? I know this isn’t about a challenge. So what is it? Is it a person? Please tell me you’re not looking for a man. Honey, they’re not worth the heartache, trust me.”