[i]“Trust me, sweetheart, when I’m seducing you, you’ll know it.”[/i]

Sable unconsciously tensed upon those words. The Mad Queen wasn’t actually considering…was she? Probably just another ruse to unsettle her, but it was damn near working. She couldn’t imagine falling for someone attracted to constant strife and bloodshed. The thought made her sick.

A knock on the door signaled the return of her sword. She took the time to admire the weapon’s pitch black blade, a remnant of what her people in Rexicorg could accomplish. Loveless. A sword meant for slaying.

Sheathing it on her back, she turned to Titania in expectance.

“Well? It’s not like I can walk out of here freely. You’re going to have to lead me until we reach the outside borders. Then I can lead on.”