<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Edward d’Alambart</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Reeve of the King</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/0f2924cf-6f75-4d40-9624-644687d02b67_zps91f85a12.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Edward had listened to Danielle’s apologies and some of it had surprised him, even after knowing what had gone on between Yakari, Amena and her. That she had been in the dungeon overnight was news to him and he wondered why she had been there. He would have to ask her later or his own people, who had thrown her in there. He watched Sir Alexander closely when Danielle apologized to him and he saw the short flicker of surprise the knight couldn’t hide in the eyes. Even before Sir Alexander spoke up, Edward was deeply troubled. Leon and Alexander had bickered for a long time now, but so far their conflict had never gone further than some angry shouting and some competition on the grounds. But Danielle’s influence in that conflict may quickly tip the scales in one direction or the other. There was a conflict looming on the horizon in Eastshire. As if Damian’s unmasked hatred was not already worse enough.<br/> <br/>To double his pains Alexander spoke up and promised Danielle to keep her save from her father, something that was quickly questioned by Sir Gregorio. And Edward realized suddenly why Lady Marina was with that group. He had seen the looks exchanged between her and Alexander and the murderous glares Gregorio had given the knight. This was all some very bad development. The Tremoulins had always been supporters of the crown and Edward had been thankful for the calmness in the South. But he knew that her neighbors were longing to take the land away from the young heiress and Sir Gregorio had some history of making weapons speak on his behalf. If Alexander and Marina would fall for each other, then the calm in the South would be history.<br/> <br/>His hand started massaging his temple. Dammit, the country was breaking apart and there wasn’t a lot he could do to prevent it. Firth was already as good as lost with the arrogant Felix in charge there with his allies. Now the South and the East were tumbling down in quarrels. He would have to speak to Ines about that. It was a big pile of shit that had been dropped in front of him.</div>