"It speaks," the lady went on, feigning surprise. "I am Queen Titania." Her eyes glittered like chips of diamond, and she smiled, making her even more beautiful and terrifying. "But I am feeling merciful tonight. Perhaps I will not cut out its tongue and feed it to the hounds. Perhaps." Titania looked past Amelia to Tansy, still bowed low, and crooked one elegant finger. "Come forward, goat-child."

Keeping her head bowed, Tansy edged forward until she stood at the faery queens arm. Queen Titania leaned forward, as though whispering to the satyr, but spoke loud enough for Amelia to hear. "I will allow you to be the voice for this conversation," she explained, as if to a small child. "I will direct all questions to you, and you will speak for the [fatherless child] over there. If, at any point, it attempts to speak to me directly, I will turn it into a hart and set my hounds after it until it collapses from exhaustion or is torn apart. Is this perfectly clear?"

"Yes, my lady," Tansy whispered.

'Ok... I have to be careful...' She said to herself, she still didn't let any expressions show how scared and worried she was.

"Excellent." Titania leaned back, looking pleased. She shot Amelia a brittle smile, as hostile as a snarling dog, then turned to Tansy. "Now, goat-girl, why is the [fatherless child] here?"

"Why are you here?" Tansy repeated, directing the question to Amelia

"You tell me." Amelia said to Tansy, not wanting to make any eye contact with Titiana.

Tansy turned back to the queen. "She didn't answer, your highness."

"Tell her to tell me why I'm here." She clarified.

Titania ignored Amelia.

"Um...your highness, the princess wishes for you to tell her why she's here..."

Amelia nodded, then turned back to the queen. She didn't make eye contact though.

"She expects me to know? What a pity." She tsked and shook her head. "Goat-girl," she said, looking at Tansy once more, "ask the [fatherless child] this--would she prefer being a rabbit or a hart?"

"M-my lady?" Tansy stammered.

"It is a simple question," Titania went on, her tone perfectly conversational. "What would she prefer I change her into--a rabbit or a hart?"

Looking like a trapped rabbit herself, Tansy turned and looked at Amelia.

'I have no choices...' She said to herself with a small sigh.
"Tansy please ask her why and what I did wrong to get only two choices." She said calmly, she tried to not sound snotty.