The servant at the door blinked once, fumbling around for a bow and a “Yes, your Highness,” before scurrying off to carry out the task. To any other royal he would have questioned the order of handing over the potential murdering weapon back to its user. To the Mad Queen? He obeyed the command without a moment of hesitation. 

Sable watched him go, slightly amazed at how much fear this one woman could invoke in those around her. In a sense, she remained the assassin of those governing the Imperium. Especially that damned Messenger…

“Do you always make a note of seducing your prisoners?” Sable huffed, turning her gaze away from Titania. “Because quite frankly, your constant nick names make me think just that. Is the blood stained royal desperate enough that simple low-life such as myself will catch your fancy?”

To her own words, she smirked in a knowing manner. An insult, yes, but it made her feel better. If Titania was going to continue with the teasing remarks, then she would just have to refute them with stinging retorts.

In mere minutes, a rather quickened knock came at the wooden door. The delivery of her blade.