And for a horrifying brief second, she considered it - her hand lashed out, grabbing the collar with her fingers, intending to choke him. For the smallest moment of time, it seemed as if she would rather he be dead than to think of anyone else.

One heartbeat. Another. And then...

The wave of bats finally left the remains of the castle, and the throne room was silent. She then eased her grip, a sick smile on her face.

"Donald, darling, how can you say such a thing? You know I'd never hurt you. I can't live without you. I just... lost my temper. That's all."