<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest 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/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari was totally drained of every energy and he just wanted to lay there and relax. He could still feel how yesterday had weakened him, all those conflicts, fighting and lovemaking. Although he wouldn't want to miss the later. And he was a married noble now, not any longer some silly boy who could as he pleases. Amena wiped some hair from his face and watched him. She was really a beauty with her fine features, her emerald green eyes and this vibrant red hair. Would their kids inherit her beauty? Or his unruly hair? He hoped not that they would have some girls with a wild, untameable red mane standing off in all directions. That would be quite a burden for the kids.<br/><br/>Amena complimented his looks and he smiled. He never found himself pretty, but probably because he looked at himself with the eyes of a man and not of a woman. A man saw the lack in size and power, while a woman saw things a man never would see. But it may be true the opposite way too. He was sure that Amena was absolutely gorgeous. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"He was in good spirit too, when he worked on you, honey. I like everything of you, your hair, your eyes, your face, your breasts, your body and your scars. Every single one tells a story of itself and a story of how life treated you. I don't feel like they blemish your body. They are a part of your body, so what is not to like about them?"</span><br/><br/>When she spoke about Edward, he wasn't so sure if he would agree with her. In his opinion Edward accepted him, because he cared about Amena and loved her. But he was surely not very fond of his drastic actions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I don't know, Amena. I think he is deeply disappointed about my lack of patience and my adolescent flippancy. He sees that I love you and that I care deeply about you and that is something he likes with me, but he would wish I would be more thoughtful and considerate. Unfortunately I had never been raised like that. I always believed I have to fight for justice and not to wait on it to happen."</span></div>