"Fate has got nothing to do with it. I carve my own destiny. In fact, I'm thinking I might carve you up as well." Glaive said threateningly though he made no hostile movements. "You can't even begin to fathom the hellish nightmare I had to endure in that dungeon of yours."<br/>Glaive could feel everyone's eyes watching him as if daring him to strike out. He gripped his sword tighter in his hand and gritted his teeth. The Queen was mocking him with every step she took towards him. Revenge was in his grasp, but at the same time it spilled out of his hand like water, no matter how tightly he clenched it.