<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 had found the perfect horse for Iris. Oh, she would still be very upset about the death of her horse, but he knew that this would help at least a little to take the sting out. It had taken him some time to find the horse, as he would only get the best for Iris. This particular one was very strong, young, and very tame--safe. It could, however, get quite the force behind it if necessary, which Abel found to be suitable. It was a beautiful horse, white with silver spots littered in its coat and rare blue eyes. He had worried, at first, about its eyes--the lighter color usually meant poor vision. But the horse was in perfect condition. He was glad for it, too, because it was the most graceful creature he had ever seen. If it weren't for his sister, he would keep the beautiful creature for himself.<br/><br/>He brought the horse back to the stables, putting it with the rest of his house's horses. He finally made his way to the tournament, looking into the stands for his sister. She was spotted easily enough, as she was one of the more delicate females in the Kingdom. He saw two other women with her--one dressed rather provocatively, and he assumed her to be Lady Marina Tremoulin and another younger woman who made his breath catch in his throat. Was she wearing the colors of Karembeux? She was! There was no way that it was Danielle, though, as he knew what she looked like. No, it was Lady Martine Karembeux. He was amazed by her--she looked strong and capable, but still retained that beauty that only a woman could create.<br/><br/>He tried to shake those thoughts from his head as he walked up into the stands to approach his sister. He gave a bow in greeting to the ladies and to his sister.<span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ah, Iris--I see you've made some friends. I'm glad,"</span></span>he said, looking to the two ladies who were with her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I do hope I am not intruding,"</span></span>his voice light and friendly. He had wished, at first, wished his sister was alone, but as his eyes drank in Martine's beauty, he was glad it was not so. How Sir Damian and Sir Hector could ever think he would treat Martine with anything less than she deserved was beyond him, but he could understand why they had voiced their concerns. She looked rather fiery compared to his sweet sister.<br/><br/>He tore his eyes away from Martine so that he could look to his sister,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I have a gift for you..." </span></span>he stated, though he did not inform her that he also had some rather sad news as well. His eyes softened some as he worried about the upset she would have about her horse. He had hated putting it down, but it was either that or having it suffer far more than it needed to. It would have been unfair to the horse, but he knew that would not soften the news.