<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio had prepared for a long, cold night with irregular rude awakening by other poor souls thrown into the dungeon, when the main entrance to the dungeon got opened and a guard appeared. He was carrying a bundle in a blanket, probably some whore or girl who had drunk too much. The moment the door of the neighboring cell closed and the girl realized where she was, she started to shout after the guards, but the y had left without even looking back. Gregorio watched how the girl started to cry, standing there shivering in the cold cell and he already wanted to comfort her, when she suddenly took off the blanket, reaching for her clothes.<br/><br/>Gregorio had to bite back a whistle, as he had a perfect look on her beautiful body in side-view. Her full breasts were swinging softly when she bent forward and Gregorio couldn’t stop himself to ask for more. Her hands were quicker than those of a pocket thief once she realized that she was watched and the view was blocked. But luckily he could as her for one final round before she could dress herself. She was a beautiful young girl with a perfect body. It was slender where it had to be slender and curvy where it should be more than a small handful. The only problem was that she sobbed now since nearly twenty minutes and sleeping was impossible like that. Finally Gregorio got up and walked to the bars dividing their cells.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Come on, girl, a night in the dungeon is no tragedy. Tomorrow morning the let you go and you return to your family and you will tell some little lie why you ended in the dungeon. If you want you can use me as a reason, I will cover your ass.” </span>Well, he would, but there were other things he would have liked to do with that ass. Damn, she was nearly as pretty as this little tart Marina, who was actually probably kissing this shit Alexander.<br/><br/>If Gregorio had hoped that the girl would stop crying, he got disappointed. She just cried some more and finally he coaxed her to come over to the bars and his large hands reached through the bar and hugged her small frame. Even then it took some time until she stopped crying, but finally she lifted her puffy eyes and wiped her tears away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Thank you for the hug. I needed that. Nineteen years I had prepared for a day like today and then in one day I ruin my entire life. There’s nothing left of it, only small pieces of the big picture my life should have been and even those are cracked and torn. Damn…”</span><br/><br/>Gregorio could feel her shiver in his arms and how her body sagged. Something must have happened to her, well, ok, he called himself quite the observer now, as she had been dragged naked into the dungeons. Which was obviously not her natural state of walking around or she wouldn’t have covered up so quickly. But there must have happened more than just her nakedness. He sighed and leaned his big frame against the bars. As he couldn’t sleep, he could as well listen to her story.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Alright girl, maybe it helps you if I listen to your story. My parents always told me that speaking about your problems shall help. If it’s true, I don’t know. But shittier than now, this place can’t get anymore. And by the way, I am Lord Gregorio Pescari. From Euganea in Argenshire, if that tells you something.”</span><br/><br/>Her big, puffy eyes with the huge pupils in this dimly lit room looked at him in surprise. So maybe she had heard from him. Probably it was nothing good as usual.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Lady Danielle. Danielle Karembeux from Macchia in Ravenshire. You may know my father and my brother.”</span><br/><br/>Gregorio’s mouth dropped open and he looked at her disbelieving. Then her remembered how he had coaxed her in showing off her body and he felt the blood shoot in his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Oh shit. You are the daughter of the Titan? If I had known that I would have never asked you turn around, I am sorry, I thought you were some who…simple girl. I am really sorry, Milady. Please excuse my improper behavior. Now I understand why you had been crying. Your father may not be amused to learn that you spent the night in the dungeons.”</span><br/><br/>Danielle gave a weak laugh and her hand squeezed his arm. At least she wasn’t crying anymore, it was already a start. Gregorio was curious now how she may have ended in this place.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“If it would be only that, it would be half as bad. The story runs deeper. But as I guess we have time, I can tell you how I ruined my life today. How I turned from a panicked young girl fearing to end up with some noble bastard into some crazy nut whom nobody would even consider marrying anymore.”   </span> <br/><br/>He had given a small grin when she stated that they had time. Yes, they had, the night would be a long one. And someone he was interested how she could have made herself some pariah. She was looking beautiful and she seemed to be well-mannered and intelligent, why should nobody want to marry her?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“It may be interesting, as I don’t think that nobody wants you anymore. You are a truly beautiful and intelligent young lady, why should they not? Because you spend a night in the dungeons? I doubt that it may stop most of our lords. How did you end up naked in the dungeons?”</span><br/><br/>The girl gave a dry laugh and shook her head. Gregorio slowly understood that the story was complicated and tried to find a more comfortable position, which was kind of impossible.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Oh no, I will not start with the finale furioso, Sir. We do it chronologically, as it had happened. Just that you understand how I got more and more crazy and maybe have even lost the last person interested in me, even if I was never interested in him.”</span><br/><br/>The young lady gave a deep sigh and then she started to tell a story about her sister got surprised by their father in the grand hall at breakfast with the third son of the Aeide. How the young lord had defended her sister against the feared Lord Damian and how Leon had poured some fire into the conflict. He learned that her younger sister had confessed Danielle that she was in love with the young Lord Aeide for being so brave and so nice and well-mannered. That Danielle had been impressed by that story, desperate herself of the prospects she had to marry and when the young Lord came to their room to excuse himself for the insults Leon had uttered she had tried to seduce him a little, hoping that he may fall for her and not for her younger sister.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“That wasn’t nice towards your sister…”</span><br/><br/>She sighed and nodded. <span style="color: #80FF00">“No, but it gets worse than that.”</span></div>