<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Sintrina Acantha</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">Queen Sintrina</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/ab729d45-e1f5-4496-8cf7-5a948aed8421.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>When Deanna had passed out, Sintrina had not been surprised nor had she been disappointed. No, instead she had found that it was likely better for Deanna to pass out. Mikale would leave her alone for the evening due to Deanna's presence and she would be given some peace to think about the situation at hand.<br/><br/>Her subjects thought her too harsh, her husband had grown to despise her, and her daughter was in the wild and injured. While Deanna had been a nice distraction, she found that it had not been enough. She was punishing the Doctor, but it had been on her orders the Doctor had done anything to begin with. It was her who needed to be punished, her who needed to face the consequences of her deeds.<br/><br/>Sintrina sat in her chair, the lights dimmed low and a beverage of some sort dangling from her thin hand. Her other hand clenched the arm rest of the chair, nails digging into the fabric as she tried to control her unruly emotions. She couldn't think straight. She was too overwhelmed, and she had created a prison for her mind. It was then Deanna's voice broke through,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000">"Good morning, my Queen. Is it coincidence that I am tied to this bed or have I deserved that punishment?"</span></span></span>Sintrina let a small smile grace her lips for a moment, though she doubted Deanna could see it.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Simply coincidence this day, Deanna," </span></span>she answered softly. She stood then and walked with gentle steps over to Deanna. Easily she undid the restraints. In all honesty, she had not remembered putting them on, but her mind hadn't been with her by the time Deanna had left the wakeful world. When she undid the restraints, she sat on the bed, though she did not face Deanna. Her posture was one of weariness.