Nothing made her quite as giddy as delivering bad news, but this was verging on ridiculous.
She shouldn't have cackled all the way here.
She shouldn't be strutting around in her black and purple satins, arranging herself just so in order to look the part.
Gods, she had to physically restrain herself from rubbing her hands together in glee.
But she found that no matter how many times she chided herself into the mold of cold and cruel villainess, she could not restrain the bursting joy searing through her veins.
How she had waited for this day.
How sweet this victory would taste.
Oh yes, she would drink in his pain like the tea he so desperately coveted. She had been longing to tear him apart, to break him just a little bit more, and this had been more than she had ever asked for!
What cruel and unusual deity was watching her blackened fate this day? She strolled through the front gates to the Dark Castle, laughing with delight.
The words fell from her lips like honey; they tasted so delicious on her tongue. "Her father shunned her." She purred, the notorious cackle bubbling at her lips. "Cut her off, shut her out." She buried a cry of glee as she watched him crack, saw his body give way with a tremor of weakness.
"So she needs a home?" His voice shook, the ancient dragon clinging to his last strand of hope.
Uncontainable laughter sprang from her ruby lips. "He was cruel to her! He locked her in a tower and sent in clerics to cleanse her soul," she paused for dramatic effect, watching the pain splinter onto the monster's face. "With scourges and flaying." The words fell gracefully from her lips.
There was nothing more beautiful than the pain splattered across his silvery face, etching itself into the creased that lined his skin.
"After a while she threw herself off the tower." the Queen continued flippantly. "She died."
Through every lie, she continued to smile.
Through every word, The Queen watched the monster burn.
She pranced back to her fortress, and was greeted by her father, mirror, and lover, all awaiting her return.
Her newest guest, of course, was perfectly secure, comfortably kept in the pleasant dungeons of the stronghold; treated with all the courtesies of the finest kingdoms.
Oh, how sweet was the pain of her greatest enemy on her tongue. How she would relish her control over him when the time came for it.
She would break him down until he crumbled at her feet.
It was only in the name of good business.