“I don’t have a name,” Sable told the Queen bitterly. “Or if I did, I’ve forgotten about it. In any case, it would do me no good to have so much blood stained onto my name anyway.”

Hearing Titania’s reasoning for helping her only served to annoy the assassin further and she muttered, “You and that damn Messenger would fit rightly together.” Clearing her throat, she continued more loudly with, “You fancy me an enigma? You should know that people fear you less when they know they will be your end. I intend to keep that promise.”

With the conversation having ended for now, Sable turned to head for the stairs leading back to the main interior of the castle. Titania’s question stopped her though, forcing her to turn back and glare once more into this damned girl’s smirk.

“I…it would be beneficial to locate my blade but…can’t you send someone to fetch it for you? That’s not too difficult for the new Queen of Crescentia, now is it?”

Sable crossed her arms.

“I can’t afford to lose time, so maybe I might let you live longer if you start acting nice for once.”