<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Danielle Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The eldest 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/4e51f369-c715-4651-ade7-9f8d4b695ba4_zps51b9a8d9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Danielle looked up when a man approached her. It seemed like her unlucky strain continued. From all the men in this world had it to be that womanizer Alexander? She would have preferred even Leon over him, but she couldn't change it now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">"Lady Danielle...what brings you to the stables?" </span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">A really gifted talker...oh, my.</span> Danielle looked at Alexander as if he had made a bad joke. But no, he was seriously asking her that. Did he expect a serious answer too? <span style="font-style: italic">Hopefully not....</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh, you know, I really enjoy the stink of fresh horse droppings, the smell of sweaty stable boys and the presence of myriad of blow flies and other nobles... or is there any other reason why someone could be at the stables, Sir?" </span><br/><br/>Her voice had been acrid and if Sir Alexander still believed that she thought he had a brain between his ears, then she couldn't help him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Surely you do not plan to ride into town. You know how dangerous it is for a woman so beautiful to do such a thing...Let me join you, and you can tell me what has made you so daring."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">What can you do if someone even doesn't understand a wink with a trunk, my oh my.</span> Danielle took the horse from the stable boy and put her foot in the stirrup. Lifting her dress a little, exposing her slender legs, she swung her free leg over the saddle.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Believe it or not, surely I ride into town. I have to confess my sins urgently for my salvation. I would ask you to accompany me as I guess your sins are a lot larger than mine. But that would mean that I have to wait until tomorrow until you are finished with confessing and I am a young woman, I need my beauty sleep."</span><br/><br/>Her voice had turned from acrid into snippy. If he wanted to guard her, he had to be quick, as she was already urging her horse into trot.</div>