<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/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Pretty words from a pretty girl,"</span>Alexander replied, twirling her around.<span style="color: #0080FF">"So, Marina, you like read...hm? What about writing? Forgive me if you already said you liked to write, I get easily distracted by pretty eyes..."</span>he gave a smirk at her widened eyes and she returned the smirk with a small smile of her own. Without thinking, his hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair back from her face, letting his fingers glide gently down her soft cheek as he pulled away.<br/><br/>Inwardly he was absolutely shocked by his actions, berating himself for being so forward with a woman who only hours earlier had almost been assaulted. Berating himself for crossing a boundary that he should not have. He didn't understand it, why he had done it. On the outside, he looked calm and collected, as if it were no big deal to do such a thing--as if he were simply helping her get her hair back in order. It surprised him how well he kept himself composed, and he stood as if he were waiting for her answer to his question.