<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of D'Aries</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Asture</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4d346bf9-c817-405c-b853-1d680fc1dba7_zps5271719f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Alexander D'Aries</span></span></div><br/><br/>Alexander was in a rather sour mood. His entire morning had been ruined and for what? A father who couldn't hold his family in place? A woman who was half mad with what she thought was "love"? All of it was ridiculous and now he wouldn't even be able to spend the time he wanted to with Marina, at least not until later in the day. It absolutely infuriated him.<br/><br/>To make matters worse, Lady Amena and Sir Yakari seemed to pop out of no where. Though he could forgive Lady Amena, as she was to be summoned anyway--but Sir Yakari? This whole blasted mess started with him to begin with, which he ended up admitting to almost immediately. Alexander crossed his arms and noticed Amena did not look very pleased with Yakari's arrival either, though she had managed to clean her expression quickly enough. She looked a bit out of sorts, but perhaps he was simply used to seeing the expressionless, every hair in place lady. Amena looked as if she had readied herself in a rush, but still all of the air of a respectable lady.<br/><br/>Amena turned back to look at Danielle,<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Perhaps we should allow Lady Danielle a chance to gather herself before she is subjected to anymore discussion. I highly doubt she is in any state to converse right now--I can take her and Lady Marina to get cleaned up, if it pleases my lord?"</span></span></span>Amena offered. Alexander looked suspiciously at Amena only to realize she had not ulterior motive. It seemed the girl was just trying to do what she thought was best for Danielle, even if it was obvious she was not happy with the girl. Still, he could not keep himself from speaking,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"It would only be proper as you had a hand in her undoing."</span></span>Amena's eyes flashed with something, though he could not tell if it was hurt or anger--perhaps both?<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Ah...and who might you be, good sir?"</span></span></span>she asked, though she knew quite well. They both knew she was insulting him in the only way a lady could.