<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/>Sintrina could see in Deanna's eyes she planned to blame Sandra for everything, but Sintrina had heard her words. She knew Dilanio had been forced and it was obvious to her. She didn't listen to the stuttering pleas of the guard. She didn't need to. Her eyes remained focused on Deanna, even as Isolde sent the guard away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBFBF">"I didn't expect you to start raping guards, Deanna. Seems your wickedness runs far deeper than I thought," </span>her voice was light and pleasant as she inspected her nails casually. She then looked back to Deanna, her face becoming stone,<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"You realize these are your King's slaves, right, Deanna? Did you ever consider that once while you let them please you?" </span>she asked in a velvety smooth voice. She walked up to Deanna's naked form, her hand gently brushing the hair out of Deanna's face, then sliding down over her her cheek, down her neck. Her thumb stroked the soft skin of her neck.<span style="color: #FFBFBF">"What's to stop me from sending you to the arena, as Mikale will surely demand if he finds out about this?"</span>the Queen's voice was soft, just as soft as the stroking of her thumb.<br/><br/>While the Queen seemed pleasant, there was a steeliness to her that could not be ignored. She was most dangerous in this mood. Most dangerous when her voice was soft and her words delicate. She was treating Deanna almost like a porcelain doll as she spoke, but there was no ounce of care in her. This was Deanna's moment to come up with her own solution, to back herself into a corner, as she surely would.