<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son 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/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector gave Lady Iris a warm smile as an answer to her kind words. She had not played her confusion down nor did she run away. He gave her some credits for that, especially after this rough way of an introduction. Maybe she wasn't a bad person after all and maybe he could forget about her family. Maybe... He really had no idea how this would work out but he had no intention to harm Lady Iris, even if it would make his father furious. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I really don't think you're a bad person Sir Hector."</span><br/><br/>Hector shifted uncomfortably with those words. Was he a bad person? He was merciless against his opponents, but did that count? He was loving towards his sisters, but did that count either? Honestly, he had no idea what kind of person he was. He had never cared about how others saw him. But this time he did. And it made him wonder and it made him confused.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, thoughts can be deceiving, but we have time to find it out. Honestly I have no idea who I really am. It was never important..." </span> Hector trailed off and his choice of words made it obvious that it seemed somehow important now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I have to saddle my father's horse for my joust, as Loki here is a little sore, otherwise I would have liked to talk to you now. But maybe we have the chance to see us after my joust, maybe take a walk together and learn more about each other. Your brother has kindly agreed to my request that he will give us the privacy to do so, as it had been my original plan to make us understand each other better, before we talk about this arrangement. Unfortunately some people lack a little bit of sensibility when it comes to such things..."</span><br/><br/>Hector gave Abel a glare out of his dark eyes, making it pretty obvious that he would like to slap him for this. Hector patted the head of the grey horse.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“This is a beautiful mare, Lady Iris, you will look fantastic on it. I guess Loki here would second me, although he is clearly more interested in the mare than in you. Be careful around him, he is a little devil, don't turn your back to him. What's the name of your horse? If you made up your mind already...”</span></div>