<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Abel gave a dramatic sigh,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Iris, you wound me."</span></span>His smile, however, told a different story. He was nervous letting Iris going back to the stands after her story about Marina but he needed to get used to leaving her alone. It hurt, a lot, but he had to do it.<span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Don't worry about me. The jousts are the easiest part of the tournament, and I'm always safe,"</span></span>he replied, ruffling her hair. It wasn't true at all. He was likely the most unsafe person from Devona, but neither of them really needed to say that. He was always in some sort of pissing contest with his brothers with Iris running off to tell their father.<br/><br/>He walked her to the stands and stood at the bottom, watching as she went up to where she had previously sat. He gave a polite wave to the ladies and once she was seated he turned to walk away. He swallowed the lump in his throat at the thought of never seeing her everyday. It bothered him immensely and it was almost enough for him to want to call off the arrangement, but he was a man of his word.<br/><br/>He made it to the where the vendors were and found one for weapons easily enough. He took his time examining all they had, not at all listening to the man trying to pressure him. He finally became annoyed by the man's voice, and rose his hand to silence him.<span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "Please. I will buy something, but you are very distracting. Do I look like a man who needs help with a blade?"</span></span>he asked, though not unkindly. The vendor gulped and shook his head no, apologizing. Abel gave a relieved sigh and continued his perusing until he found the perfect item. It was a bit pricy, but that meant nothing to him or his family. He purchased the item, giving the vendor a little more coin than asked because he did feel a little guilty for snipping at him. He had it wrapped in silk and then packed it away.