Menace, Setra (scepter), Amara (Menace's country), Anarista (trainer and spy of Sadler)
Disclaimer: Queen's Blade and its characters are not my property and I do not know anyone who owns them. Personally, I like this series and its characters and wanted to add on to the Vanquished Queens series with 'executions' of Cattleya, Menace, and Elina.
Story behind this one: In the series, Princess Menace is betrayed by Anarista and left trapped in the Amara slave quarters, where she ultimately dies. For the purposes of this, she is executed. Above are names and minor descriptors for those unfamiliar with the characters.

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Trust was difficult to build, but easy to break as many would say. Yet few would or have ever felt that sting as sharply as Menace, Queen of Amara.

She remember that day as starting off pleasant enough, even dream-like.

Anarista, her combat trainer, adviser, mentor, and confidant, had informed her that she had arranged a stage play between actors of Amara and Sadler as a show of their alliance and cooperation together.
She hadn't been wrong, it did show their allegiance, but only how far they were from it.

"Training so early again, your majesty?" Anarista had said that day.

The queen, only a princess at the time, had understood the need to defend herself from assassins and that had turned into a hobby for her. There were times when she would wake early in the morning to practice her martial arts that Anartista had only begun to teach her.

This morning was no different as she sat with a towel over her shoulders and her hands bandaged for protection.
Her smile was genuine as she greeted Anarista's forced one. "I am, yes. Did I wake you this morning?" Menace replied.

Anarista's room was in the slaves' quarters of the palace, close to the pits of combat and the training room. She had been offered a room in the royal quarters, even Menace's own private quarters, but she had refused.
She seemed to like being among the prisoners, rebels, and traitors, but now the queen knew it was because she hated Amara and its people.

"Not at all. I was just coming to inform you that breakfast is prepared." Anarista replied with a loving smile. "If you prefer a bath first, water is already warmed for you."

The princess had gasped with joyful surprise. "Oh! Thank you Anarista. You're so kind to think of me. Won't you join me?"

Anarista shook her head. "I am sorry, Princess, but would you all me to refuse? A new shipment of your favorite massage oils will be arriving within the hour."

"Oh..." The princess had been saddened by this, but she quickly regained her smile. "What about a milk bath this evening then? Setra found out about it from a merchant and he was telling me all about it last night."

The Sadler woman seemed to consider this before nodding her head and smiling. "If that is your wish, then I will ensure I can join you." She answered.

While the princess bathed and cleaned her body of sweat and dirt and then ate her breakfast, she had noticed that Setra hadn't returned. He had left to arrange her daily routines and meetings, but he normally checks up on her.

The princess went to her private quarters for her oil massage. Her handmaids were there with jars of warm oil, but Anarista was not present.
She asked where Anarista was, and the two endowed women only said that there was something planned for her today.

Menace had been annoyed with their answer and ordered that they tell her, and she was told that it was a stage play Anarista and some of the other slaves had been working on.

The princess was satisfied with that and laid down to allow the handmaids to do their task.

Setra had come by two hours later to check on the princess and inform her of what the day's plans were. He was surprised to find out about the play and offered to reschedule her appointments.
She asked that he would and he went to do so.

It was near the evening when Menace was about to take her milk bath when Anarista appeared with a basket of wood chippings and bottle of oil. "Oh! Princess!" She said, surprised. "I thought you would already be taking her bath." She said.

Menace had smiled at her adviser and went to throw her arms around the woman when she asked to stop. She looked down at her arms and saw the basket and bottle, and then detected the scent of something sweet. "Maple?"

Anarista nodded. "Yes, maple chippings from the market place. I thought something sweet smelling would be perfect for your bath, and this is a rare oil from Sadler." She said.

"That sounds wonderful! Let's add it to the bath!" Menace said with true delight.

Anarista joined her mistress in the milky white bath. Knowing how the princess was, it was likely the milk was from the breasts of healthy, pregnant slaves and Amara women and 'flavored' with the lavender and bees' honey from the slaves' fields.
Menace seemed to be enjoying the feel of it on her skin as she experimentally lifted her hand to watch it slide off of her finger tips and cupped it into her hands and tested its texture.

That was the last pleasant memory the queen had with Anarista.

Partway through their bath, Anarista stood and stepped out of the tub. "I was get you your towel. Forgive me, but I must go." She said.

The princess smiled and nodded her head, but said nothing. She had a feeling what her adviser was going to do, and she did not want to give away that she had a guess.

When Anarista left, Menace took a deep breath and let herself sink into the pearly tub down to her neck; leaving her head the only thing above.
She closed her eyes and let her mind wonder as to what the play would be about. There were many historical events that Amara and Sadler had been through, some of battles and some of alliances, but now, as friendly kingdoms, she liked to think that the two would grow and flourish together.

Her last thoughts were of their kingdoms mingling together into one race...
And then she was awakened to the shouts of rebellion in the works.

Her eyes went wide as she recognized that she was in the slaves' quarters; more specifically the largest of the combat pits.

She was on a stage, an open gag in her mouth, and, in the distance, the royal family and servants locked in cells, and Anarista, her back to Menace, standing before a crowd of slaves as they cheered.

Her words hurt...
Anarista spoke of how her country was conquered by Amara. Of how the royal family had taken her from her place as princess to the slave of Amara's because of her looks.

Many of the slaves were the same, Menace's two handmaids from earlier in the day were passing out rotten fruit.

Anarista stepped away from Menace and ordered that she be held up. Two of the larger, former at this point, slaves complied; grabbing and raising her by the biceps and wrists.
On her command, they began throwing the rotten fruit as Anarista encouraged them to let out their anger at the royal family and pampered air of Amara.

The most beautiful woman of the desert kingdom was reduced to a bruised, sobbing, and filthy mess.
Her skin, just minutes ago cleansed in a rich bath of milk and minerals, had become the canvas of decades of rage and hatred.

Menace's eyes turned to Anarista, a pitiful and pleading look in her eyes.
Anarista's answer came in the form of a wickedly curved knife and a firm grip on her hair before she plunged the blade in.

She started the sides of Menace's throat, cutting half an inch into both sides. Next, she made a shallow cut from one side of her throat to the other, and tore the princess from the hands of the burly male slaves.
She present the dying princess to the crowd who cheered with glee, and then forced her to her knees.

Anarista straddled Menace's legs from behind and bent her backwards. She cut into Menace's gut then, from the left side to the right, and then from below her naval and dragged the knife upward to her breasts.
She grabbed the upper right flap and pulled at the skin, drawing a pained and panicked scream from the gagged princess as her guts were spilled out.

Next, Anarista turned the knife back into her hand and deepened the cut in Menace's throat, now sending a spray of blood out into the crowd. What members were in range and hit immediately went to clean themselves and move away from the bloody spray.

Finally, Anarista stabbed her knife into Menace's right breast and rose to her feet; keeping her grip on Menace's head.
She put one foot to Menace's back and pushed as she brought her other, now free, hand to her chin.

Pushing on her back and pulling on her head, Anarista twisted and turned Menace's head to the left and right, tearing and ripping the flesh and muscles and bone of her neck.
What seemed to take hours of torment to Menace took only seconds before the former slave held aloft bloody head of the Princess of Amara; her mouth still agape by the gab and tears staining her face as her final moments were spent watching the cheering crowds of slaves and wiping faces of her distance family and friends.

The queen startled at the memory's climax, and then realized that she had one hand around her throat and the other between her legs.

She let out a sigh before bringing her other hand from her legs to her mouth, and then began to lick her fingers clean as tears formed in her eyes.
It was shameful, even to her, but she could not help but be turned on by the phantom pains of her former life.

She was among the undead now, a servant to the Swamp Witch. If she wanted to, she could stage another execution for herself...

Only, this time, it would be one she ordered, and not one she asked for.