<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna had no idea, how much the Queen knew. But one thing was for sure. Sintrina would not hesitate to send anyone to the Arena.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„I didn't rape anyone. I couldn't even enter this room, if your guard wouldn't let me in. Or do you really expect that your eyescanners will allow me to enter here. Sandra forced me in here, while I was still unconscious. She was the one to bring me in this situation. And when I woke up, those slaves were all over me and I had no chance to defend myself. Your guard joined in out of free will, when she returned.“</span> <br/><br/>Deanna stopped, feeling the hand of the queen on her skin. She was still feeling giddy and the soft touch made her shiver slightly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„What's to stop me from sending you to the arena, as Mikale will surely demand if he finds out about this?“</span><br/><br/>Deanna looked up the Queen. Well, what would stop Sintrina from sending her to the Arena.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„I have no idea, ur majesty. I know that my life is in your hands, but this was an accident. I know that your husband would never forgive me, but does he has to learn about it? He knows nothing of Freya either...“</span><br/><br/>Deanna had no idea if adding Freya to the mix was wise or not. But if anything could bring Sintrina from telling her husband then it was her daughter.</div>