<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 could see that Abel was tired and wanted to leave and honestly she could need some time for herself too. She had not eaten a lot after all the turmoil on this day, but she had still a lot to digest. Yakari and Amena, her sister, Abel, her marriage. It was really a lot she had learned in one day.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Father, if you excuse myself. I need to sleep and to think about the entire day. You can stay, as can the others."</span><br/><br/>She gave her brother a playful pat on the cheek and walked to the other side, wishing Lady Iris a good night, before she hugged Sir Abel. Her lips were at his ear when she whispered to him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I saw that you were tired, so I gave you an alibi now to get up too. But don't think that once we are married I will accept such a low stamina. I want an active husband in bed not some sleeping bag...”</span> Her body was in front of him so nobody could see when she playfully squeezed his crotch before she got away from him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"See you all tomorrow then..."</span></div>