<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/>The air in the room seemed to go completely still as Sintrina registered the word of Deanna. Her form went rigid and she stared down at Deanna with cold eyes, her voice barely above a whisper,<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"What did you just say?" </span>The women seemed to all fidget and Sintrina soon had Deanna's hair in her hand as she brought the woman close to her face. She had moved so quickly that no one really had time to react. Her face was twisted into an ugly snarl, and she had to keep herself from slamming the woman's face into the hard marble floor.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "I assume you have a way to fix this..." </span>the or else was left implied as she shook the woman a bit by her hair. Deanna's hands came up instinctively, grasping at her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"Isolde, I want Kira taken to Freya's chambers. Her slaves should still be in there...Go ahead and strip her, administer the slaves their drugs..." </span>Sintrina commanded. Freya's slaves were all men, at least the one's that she kept in her chambers. If they were to be given the drugs, there would be no stopping them from ravishing Kira.<span style="color: #FFBFBF"> "Unless Deanna here has some way to fix this immediately, I want Kira to remain locked in that room until Freya is returned here."</span>Sintrina knew of Kira's distaste in men, and she very well planned to use it against her. Maybe Kira's well-being would be enough incentive to get Deanna to move her ass.