Were all MAD here

"Where is she?"

  —The Queen of Hearts II—
    
     The room echoed with the sounds of my shoes, my presence commanding the attention I was worthy of. I had heard whispering among the guards, rumors, rumors that better not be true. I had sent one of my best hitman to come back with her body. I needed her dead.
     But the rumors...
     The rumors were saying that I hadn't done a good enough job.
     That she was still alive.
     I had asked countless if they knew what happened, tried everything from homicide to bribery. I had gotten nothing but a few shrugs.
     "Cumberland!" I yelled at the pile of armor that was lying next to the hollow door frame of the throne room. The chain mail clattered, and he sat up, staring at me with respect, but tire pooling in his eyes. If I didn't like him so much, he'd be dead by now for sleeping on the job without my explicit permission.
     "Your majesty." He exclaimed with shock, jolting onto his feet too quickly, and slipping on the tile floor, wich resulted in him locking his knees straight.
     "Where is she?" I inquired, half of me demanding to know, the other half attempting to play nice.
     "Who?" He asked, blinking at me with a blank stare. I shoved my hand the spot below his bevor, shoving him against the wall in a chokehold. I was smaller than he, and the sight must have been quite odd to those outside of my kingdom. I laughed to myself, gripping my purple nails tighter and tearing into his pale flesh.
     "You know bloody well who I'm talking about." I grinned, closing my eyes and briefly savoring the moment. He shuddered as I pressed his spinal cord deeper into the wall.
     "Please—" he wheezed out, coughing up traces of red. "I know nothing of the girl sentenced to death. My position is but a lowly guard." He pleaded, wheezing air in between each raspy word. I hesitated for a moment, but released him. He held his collar bone with relief, making sure all of his neck was still there.
     "Find her. Befriend her. Exploit her motives. Kill her." I ordered, but I could practically feel the doubt in his eyes. He wasn't completely loyal yet. What a shame.
    "It's her or you." I sung in a singsong voice, melody oozing from my words. I wielded the knife, unstrapping it from its place of my thigh. I held it to his chest, tracing the outline of a human heart.
     "And it better be her." I hissed darkly, then left, leaving him to carry out my orders.