<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/><span style="color: #FFBF00"><span style="font-style: italic">"Why don't you stop this charade, my Queen? If you wanted to kill me, you had done already. You need me for something and I have no clue for what. I know that I am in a shitty situation and if there is a way out of it, then show it to me. Please..." </span></span><br/><br/>Sintrina gave a smirk, closing the control panel. She would copy the footage and erase it later so Mikale never knew--so long as Deanna cooperated.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Ah. There we are. Seems you are quite intelligent after all. Although lying to me to begin with was a stupid move on your part..."</span>Sintrina trailed off teasingly, then came back over to Deanna, fixing her hair some.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "You know, it is interesting...these devices you have been working on...I wonder, what drives you to make them?"</span>Sintrina was giving Deanna something to grab, and if the woman was smart she would take it.<br/><br/>Sintrina liked to toy with her subjects, and she did so often. However, she very rarely toyed with Deanna. She had a bit of respect for her. She still did, despite the woman's foolish attempts to lie to her about what had transpired in the slaves' room, but it didn't matter. She could forgive that slight, so long as Deanna remained truthful from then on out.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"My husband won't know of your treachery and you will not go to the arena...so long as you remain honest with us...."</span>Sintrina said gently, letting her knuckles glide softly against Deanna's cheek.<br/><br/>Sintrina's anger from earlier had ebbed down some, though she was still very upset about the entire ordeal. Her little girl was out there somewhere with a malfunctioning device, a device Deanna had convinced her to use. At the time she had been so blinded by relief that she had not thought to ask too many questions. Now, however, was the time to rectify that. Deanna would tell her all and more, and if not--she would be killed. Sintrina hoped, though, that Deanna would see the way out, do as she was told.<br/><br/>The Queen planned to reward her greatly should she comply, after all...it was known that the Queen liked to play favorites and those she favored were often well taken care of. Her sister was a testament to that. There wasn't any one thing that Sintrina had denied her yet. Everyone knew that it wasn't just because Isolde was family--Sintrina had killed her own kin before. It was because Isolde had made herself useful, helped in Sintrina in all she could, was faithful and loyal. Sintrina, of course, did love her sister very much--but love was not something that usually drove Sintrina. The only two instances that ever occurred were with her husband and her daughter.