<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest daughter of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine looked slightly disappointed when Abel told her that he would guard her chastity until she was married. That wasn't what she had been looking for and she wondered if that meant, that she shouldn't kiss anymore then too, as Abel had been quite aroused by her kisses lately. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"If you say so....ok. Pfft, knights and honor, who needs both truely?"</span><br/><br/>When he changed topic and spoke of her father waiting for them she sighed loudly. The last thing she needed now was grumpy, old Damian. That was like .... a shower of ice in winter.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Sure he is. He is always like that. But maybe Hector and your sister have enchanted him and he is only mad on you, believing that you took my virginity in the meantime. Oh, but no, there is Hector and is he carrying your sister?”</span> Martine looked over to the two persons appearing between the tents. Hector put Iris down as soon as they reached the first persons and it didn't look like all as if Iris was hurt or anything like that. Strange, Hector had never carried a lady before other than the five steps into the hay. Martine was a little bit shocked, but anyway she waived the two over.</div>