<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">"I think you don't give yourself enough credit. A lady as vibrant as you? Surely you have words to spare for parchment. I can't imagine that cute little head of yours doesn't have thoughts to write down...."</span>Alexander said, as they slowly came to the end of the song. They had danced for a good bit of time, and he figured it was likely time to go eat. He guided Marina towards the tables to eat, waving over a servant.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Two plates and cups, please," </span>Alexander requested, motioning for Marina to sit down and she did. He sat across from her, smacking his hands together and rubbing them when the food arrived.<br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Ah! They have some of the finest duck here in Ipale..." </span>he said, excitement filling his eyes. However, he would wait for Marina to take her bite first.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "Back to our previous conversation, though...I think that you'd be a very lovely writer. Probably just as lovely as your dancing," </span>he complimented. He took a sip of his ale, setting the cup back down. He would definitely have to try and spend more time with Marina the next day, she was far too charming to ignore.