Stayne and Iracebeth wandered completely aimlessly somewhere near the old windmill of the Outlands. Just a few hours before, they had been banished from either one of Underland's two kingdoms. Iracebeths own sister, Mirana of Crims had banished them both after trying to successfully rid of Alice. The White Queen would not have it! She banished her own sister, her own blood, in the case of keeping Alice safe.
Iracebeth considered Stayne a turncoat after he tried to slay her in front of everyone just after they were banished. Luckily, the Hatter, Tarrant Hightop, felt just enough sympathy for Iracebeth to save her from the rusty tip of Staynes dagger. Stayne, now, had one hand; by which he was bound to his worst enemy, the other hand, bled every once in a while because of one of Tarrants sewing pins.
After trying to kill Iracebeth, life turned to hell for Stayne. Iracebeth hit him over the head repeatedly with her scepter, cursing his name and telling her invisible red knights to behead him. It wouldn't work, nothing would work. He would be bound to her forever. Even after hours of strenuously stabbing the huge iron shackles with his dagger, it was no use; he would not be free for a long time.
"You twied to kill me?" Iracebeth said, flabbergasted, for the millionth time, as her and Stayne sat under a tree, arms length from one another. "YOU TWIED TO KILL ME!" She shouted, emphasizing on the word 'me.' "Off with his head!"
"Shut up, you twit!" Stayne said. "You're lucky the Hatter was standing there, or you would have been dead long ago," Stayne sneered.
Truth be told, Iracebeth wasn't mad that he tried to kill her, she was frightened, frightened out of her very skin. Throughout her reign as queen, she had been afraid that she would loose everything that she had worked so hard for. Though, her darling jabberwocky did most of the work for her. She scooted away from Stayne as far as the shackle would allow her to. Nothing would convince her that he wasn't going to try killing her again.
"I cant believe you twied to kill me," Iracebeth said in a sad voice. It had a sweet tone to it but, there was sadness in it. "After all of the things I did for you, you tried to kill me," She whimpered.
"I told you to shut up!" Stayne yelled, smacking her across the face. Iracebeth let out a loud, high-pitched scream. Stayne smacked her again, causing her eyes to tear.
"Ilosovic Stayne, I thought you loved me! But I guess I was wrong. I dont deserve such an immature beast such as you."
Stayne ignored Iracebeths ranting. He wasnt immature and he wasnt a beast. It was her that was the immature one. Or, at least that's what he thought. He then got to his feet, and began to hoist her on her feet.
"Oh, I'm too tired to walk," Iracebeth whined. After he forced her on her feet, she hit him with her scepter again. "You stupid son of a Bandersnatch! I despise you and your one eye."
Stayne snatched her scepter from her hand and tossed it over his shoulder. "Hey!" Iracebeth screeched. "That's mine."
"Not anymore."
Iracebeth fought and fought Stayne for hours trying to go back and retrieve her scepter, but he wouldnt budge. He just dragged her behind him.