<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio's eyes narrowed into two slits, when he saw Lady Marina having her arm around Sir Alexander's. This was the last encounter he had wished for this morning and with all the troubles of Danielle he had not really managed to think over a new strategy to approach Lady Marina, but from the look of it, he was dangerously close of losing her to this prick Alexander. And that was something he couldn't allow to happen. He had no problems to take Lady Marina's lands by force if need be, but if she was allied with Alexander his forces would be greatly outnumbered. More troubling was the feeling he had in his chest, he was barely able to breath as his lungs seemed to be pressed together and there was a strong pain on the left side, making him grab his chest with his hand and steadying himself against the wall. He had never felt anything like that, but that pain had come when he had watched Lady Marina seemingly being happy in the company of Sir Alexander.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Oh shit..."</span><br/><br/>The words of Danielle kicked some protective mood lose in Sir Gregorio and he quickly pushed her behind his back with his arm. It was some automatism, as ridiculous as it was in that situation. His voice was brittle and it sounded more wounded as it should be, but maybe it was just as it should be.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Lady Marina, Sir Alexander. You were not supposed to see the young lady like that, as it may ruin her reputation some more, well, some more as she had ruined it already by her own deeds yesterday, when she had been completely out of her mind and did a lot of things she regretted deeply last night. We had some long discussions tonight as admittedly the dungeons aren't a place for a young lady to spend the night and sleeping on the cold floor isn't really inviting if you fear that your father will send you into a convent after what you did. So please excuse us, I will accompany the lady to her room and then I will have to make up my mind, how I may save some of my own problems."</span><br/><br/>Gregorio had looked at Lady Marina with the last words and there was some hurt in his eyes. But before anyone had a chance to react on his words, he felt Lady Danielle be ripped away from his back and he heard her fearful cry at the same moment, when the angry voice grumbled in his back.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Danielle!!!"</span><br/><br/>Gregorio spun around, his hand going for his sword, while his other hand grabbed the shocked young lady and he tore her away from some man, pulling her so forcefully behind him, that she tumbled on and landed on the chest of Sir Alexander. Gregorio glared at the man, his sword half out of the scabbard, when he realised that he was facing Sir Damian.</div>