<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Leon Aeide</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The eldest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/1a5b9afe-0161-4354-bc75-a3a3c40a5d28_zps38f9d31e.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Leon watched Sir Robert walk away, the strange request of him still in his ears. Why should he ask Amena to ride again through the meadows? Sir Robert was a torn man as it looks. He loved his daughter and he hated her at the same time. Leon just hoped that he would never treat his own kids like that. And not like his parents had treated him....<br/><br/>Downing his ale he got up and walked back towards his tent. So, this little shit of younger brother had knocked down the defenses of the red-haired lady of ice? Maybe his little brother had some of the Aeide genes in him gotten alive finally. Would be something that would probably help Yakari. The young one deserved better than his father had done to him. Despite Yakari's open threat earlier and all the differences they had in the past, Leon liked his younger brother. He had felt bad for him being sent away. Maybe at least this time he had more luck, but as it looked Yakari had already made an enemy in Sir Robert. One not to underestimate.<br/><br/>Leon had nearly reached his tent, when a young lady stopped him. She was dressed in a very simple dress, a kind of dress he had never seen at Lady Danielle Karembeux. And it made him wonder, what was going on, that one of the young ladies usually be seen in only the finest dresses was walking around like that. He cocked his brow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Lady Danielle, are you on some undercover mission or have you said good-bye to your dreams of wealth and luxury and have decided to spend the rest of your life in the penitential robe? I have never seen you in something like that and I can't say I like the look of it...you are far too pretty to walk in such rags...”</span><br/><br/>Leon's words made the young girl look down at herself, realising what she was wearing and a blush formed on her face. Whatever she had planned to say to him, he had clearly pulled her out of the concept and she needed some time to recover of it.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Sir Leon, can I have a word with you? Under four eyes?"<br/></span><br/>Leon sighed, obviously he was a wanted man today. But he finally wanted to get out of his armor. He opened the curtain of his tent, making an inviting gesture of his hand.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Well, come in then. I hope you don't mind me getting out of this armor though. If you dare to enter the tent of the one noble with the worst record regarding young beautiful girls like you...” </span><br/><br/>Leon saw the blush deepen and a moment of fright in her eyes, but she entered the tent nonetheless. Which was some alarming sign for Leon, that he was up to some bad news. Never would have a Karembeux lady stepped into his tent when being warned that he would undress, if there wasn't something evil lurking...</div>