<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/>Sir Abel did not mind the people around them chuckling at him and Martine's display. He welcomed it, in fact, happy that Martine was in such good spirits. When Martine pulled the silk away to reveal her gift, she had flushed a cutely and he was happy to know that it was his doing that caused it. She was such a beautiful woman and he found himself very lucky indeed.<br/><br/>He watched as a mischievous look came into her eyes as she made a spectacle of checking the dagger. She nodded, seemingly coming to a decision about the dagger.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"That's a very fine dagger and a very nice gift, Sir Abel. I think it is perfect...thank you," </span></span>she said, her left hand coming around his neck. His heart began to pound, surprised by her bold actions, pulling him inches from her lips. They were almost touching and he was sure that she was going to kiss him.<br/><br/>However, he was surprised as he felt the blade knick him at his throat and he blinked owlishly at her.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, yes, it is perfect," </span></span>she teased and the group around them roared with laughter. Martine pulled the dagger away and Sir Abel felt a little embarrassed, but it soon melted away as she pulled him in for a tender kiss. He returned it without thought, and when they pulled apart he was sure that there could never be a woman as perfect as Martine--not for him. Iris had said something, but it fell on deaf ears on his end.<br/><br/>He gave a goofy grin,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Well, I am glad to see my lady pleased with her gift. It appears, however, that I must go to the arena now and prepare myself for the joust...I do hope you will cheer for me, Lady Martine." </span>The herald then called out his name and his squire had already prepped everything for Abel to go down. All he had to do was throw on his helmet and get on the horse. Still, he waited for Martine's reply, as he knew he had a few minutes to spare.