<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 laugh,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Well, Martine, unfortunately for you, I will be defending it as well--I have to be honorable--and quite frankly, I think your father and brother would chop me to bitty pieces if I were to take you too soon."</span>Abel wasn't really scared of Hector and Damian, but he was telling the truth about honor. He didn't want to take Martine until she held his last name. Should their arrangement fall through, Martine wouldn't be disgraced and she could marry some other worthy man.<br/><br/>He tried to shake that thought from his head, not wishing to imagine Martine with any other at all. He looked up at the sky trying to figure out the time, but the clouds were blocking the moon. He figured it was likely pretty late and they should meet up with the others at dinner.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Your father is probably having a fit that we have not shown to dinner yet. Perhaps we should head that way now?" </span>