<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest 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/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine had really enjoyed the evening with Sir Abel, but somehow she had a bad feeling about continuing it with her father and it seemed justified. Damian had immediately mocked his daughter and she had hit him two times with her fist, to make him stop it. Maybe Sir Abel would come to her defense after he was so full of being the perfect knight around a lady...but she nearly choked on his words, blushing deeply.<br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>"It might be a bit unconventional, but I rather like Martine's brutish behavior. It doesn't suit a lady at all, but it suits Martine just fine."</span><br/><br/>Brutish behaviour? Her? Not being a lady? Oh, and he really liked to see her red cheeks. Abel was sitting opposite of her and without even thinking about it her leg went back and then she kicked him with full force against his shin. The distance between them was just right to make the heel of her boot connect with his leg. When she saw the painful grimace he was making, she couldn't help but smirk, before she felt a little bit sorry for kicking him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Brutish behaviour? Wait until I get you in front of my sword tomorrow, Sir. Hah, I will teach you some lesson...”</span> The fire in her eyes couldn't mask the nervous kneading of her hands. She hoped that she had not hurt him severly. It had been quite the kick she had delivered.</div>