“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart. That’s my job. You said so yourself, I’m a dirty, deceiving flatterer.”

Titania was rather enjoying poking fun at Sable. She was pretty funny when she bristled with annoyance. Perhaps there was more to her than [i]pure[/i] sadism.

“Send someone? Wouldn’t that be suspicious?” It wasn’t like the Queen to worry about suspicions, though, so she continued. “I’ll do it, though. Only for you, chipmunk,” she teased with a wink and a grin.

“Hey!” she replied to Sable’s last remark. “Who says I haven’t been acting nice? Most people would be delighted to have my company,” she went on sarcastically, feigning insult.

Leaving the unfinished conversation hanging, she went to a rope in the corner and pulled it, knowing that it would summon a servant to the door of the dungeon using a rather ingenious bell system (according to Titania, who’d invented it). After maybe thirty seconds, a rapping and call came to the door and Titania opened it.

“Go get the girl’s sword.” It wasn’t polite, but it wasn’t the gruff barking tone from before either. Maybe she really was putting in some effort...