The queen kept moving backwards in fear with the sword pointing at Jasmine until there was no more space and her back touched the wall.
"Don't be scared, I'm only here to talk" She said sweetly.
"Don't come any closer. What do you want!" The queen yelled.
"Your title and position. You see, I'm a black witch who's working with the Duke to dethrone the king, kill you and marry him. You have to die sweet mother so I can become queen"She said.
"You could have asked nicely" The Queen replied.
"And would you have given it to me? No mother, I'm not a fool"
"Don't call me that, you ugly thing" The Queen said in disgust.
"Ouch! you hurt my feelings... Eripta" She said and the sword left the Queen's grasp as she motioned her hand towards it as if to come to her. Now she was the one bearing the sword.
"It's so fun seeing you squirm in fear. Now choose if you want to die first or you want to watch me kill the king. Which is easier for you?" Asked Jasmine with an evil smile.