<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://obraz-women.ru/sites/default/files/shutterstock_82491346-1.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>When she had been pulled from a rather heated conversation with her husband, the Queen was furious. She knew her sister would never summon her unless there was a major problem, and the Queen could only hope that it wasn't any worse than her daughter being in any more danger than she was. The Queen was definitely not in a pleasant mood, and now she had to deal with whatever it was Isolde had for her.<br/><br/>Her husband was going on and on about how she should not let Freya run about hunting, how it was dangerous and did she remember what happened last time? Pfft. The man would have to learn his place, but it was difficult for her. She loved him still, and she hated that she had to control Freya behind his back. He loved the girl too much. She loved her daughter, too, but the King didn't think so. She tried to explain to him a thousand times that if Freya were to listen to her father, then that would mean those around them might respect her less. He was a man, and even though he was the King, he held no real power except what she would give him. When Freya turned eighteen, his power over her ceased to exist and the girl knew it.<br/><br/>Sintrina rubbed her face in an uncharacteristic display of vulnerability. No one was around to see it, but it she usually did her best to uphold her image. Freya was a difficult child and always had been. The girl simply was too kind for her position and Sintrina had taken steps to eliminate that in the girl. It exhausted her.<br/><br/>It did not take long to get to where Isolde was. She swung the doors open, causing them to slam against the wall. Her fury was obvious and a slave ran quickly over with a chair for her. She waived them off, not wishing to sit in her agitated state. She was startled to see who was in the room and her eyes narrowed dangerously. Just what the hell was going on.<br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF"><br/>"There better be a damn good reason for these summons...." </span>