“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.”

“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 pure 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...

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.

“Me? Seducing you?” She took a break to laugh, as if it were the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. It wasn’t long before she sobered up, though. Her voice was dark and mysterious, yet another new side of Titania. “Trust me, sweetheart, when I’m seducing you, you’ll know it.” And just like that, the new persona had vanished with a knock at the door and she went to answer it, taking the sword without a word. At least it was less of an insult than normal. “Here’s your weapon of mass destruction, dewdrop. Where to now?” Even Titania was beginning to doubt herself, but she wouldn’t let on that she had doubts. Sable had to believe that the queen knew exactly was she was doing and that she had the upper hand, even if it was only a thinly-disguised bluff.

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