Titania was neither relieved nor surprised when Sable released her. It was simply necessity. She knew enough about being in a position of power to anticipate the other girl’s moves to a degree. As long as she remained a vital resource, she was safe.

When Sable laid out her terms, Titania just chuckled softly.

“And how am I to address you if you refuse to tell me your name, dewdrop?” Her eyes danced playfully with mischief. 

But the girl went on. So many questions. Titania knew she’d have to talk sometime. Finally she’d at least partially gotten through. Her lips were flapping in comparison to a little while earlier.

“You really are an enigma. Most prisoners would look upon me and vomit at my eccentricity. And out of fear they would spill their darkest secrets. And I will admit that you squirmed, but handled it much better than most. I want to know how you tick, how you function, how you think.”

She bounced on the balls of her feet, much like an overexcited child would.

“So are we going to go or are we going to spill our guts? I’d rather the former, to be frank. It stinks in here.”

The Queen paused, however, seeming to consider something quite puzzling.

“Are we going to your sword first? Or to Lexi?” A sinister smile spread across her features, and her eyes darkened with mad anticipation. How would her newest subject respond to [i]this[/i]?