[i]“You know what you need to do, sweetheart. You need to trust me, or be sure that the next time someone captures you, he won’t be so forgiving as I am.”
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“Speaking concern for me is hardly going to change your outcome,” Sable hissed with narrowed eyes. “Did you forget how easy it was to kill your men? Even if I did decide you were of no use to me any longer, I would simply slaughter anyone in my way before eventually reclaiming my blade.”

Nevertheless, Sable begrudgingly did as she was told and slowly released Titania from her steel grip. Make no mistake, she could very well carry on with her threats and boasts; however, it would be much easier to let the Mad Queen live for now.

“And stop calling me such names,” Sable added, turning her face away. Whether it was rage or embarrassment, it couldn’t be said for sur.

“I’m not your sweetheart or your buttercup or anything. So stop it. There’s no use in lowering someone’s guard with flattery when you only aim to execute them later,” she said coldly.

Rubbing her wrists to release the strain the chains had left on her body, she regarded the Queen with a look of intense hatred. It was enough to burn holes through walls, but she knew Titania had to live.

For now.

“Before I ask you to lead the way, answer me this. Why are you helping me? Am I really that interesting of a test subject for your sick desires?”