<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 allowed him to turn her head back to him. But his next words despite she had hoped for them still made her blush. <span style="color: #80FF00">"I could wait because you are something worth waiting for. I'd rather not spoil it with impatience."</span><br/><br/>Martine was incredibly proud that he regarded her something worth waiting for. That was the nicest thing anybody had ever told her and it just deepened her blush. He called her a minx and it was like the cosiest word to describe her. Of course she was one and she liked to play him like a harp. That he threatened her with marriage and kids was no threat at all, it sounded like a very tempting promise.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"You play a dangerous game, Martine--but I wonder if that is verily your intention...?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I? I don't play games, Mylord. I am a serious young woman who tries to defend her virginity as long as possible...or as long as worth defending...”</span> She gave him a wicked smile and now it was up to him how he would interprete those words.</div>