<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/>If there was anything that Alexander could agree about with Sir Gregorio, it was that Amena was quite the spitfire and definitely out of her mind going off as she had. The girl would never survive the world if she kept up that sort of attitude, but he had a feeling that it wouldn't matter to her. Alexander felt himself relaxing as Gregorio spoke, but tensed once more when Gregorio offered to walk Danielle to her room later in the evening. He was even more irritated when Danielle had nodded her consent.<br/><br/>He wasn't jealous, but he was rather annoyed. He didn't trust Gregorio and his plans had been splayed out for all to see, but his audacity was unlimited it seemed. However, Alexander would not stop him. He needed time to think and it was like, if Marina's expression was anything to go by, that he had a lot of explaining to do. He wished the morning events hadn't happened and he had just had his nice morning with Marina. Still, he couldn't just sit idly by, "If you need anything, Danielle, do let me know." He was being sincere in his offer, though he felt torn by the new events.<br/><br/>"Is there anything else anyone would like to stomp their feet about, or are we done?" Alexander asked unable to hide his agitation.