<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of D'Aries</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Asture</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4d346bf9-c817-405c-b853-1d680fc1dba7_zps5271719f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Alexander D'Aries</span></span></div><br/><br/>Alexander couldn't help but relax and give a smile at Lady Marina's words. She was definitely different than most ladies and he found himself very thankful for that. He offered his elbow to her, "Well then, how about we just grab something from the kitchens and take it with us? While we are alone, you can ask me all that you wish--as I'm sure you have plenty of questions," he said looked down at her, clearly still feeling terrible that she had been dragged into such a mess. A mess that he hadn't even been aware of being so big.<br/><br/>It seemed only fair that Marina be able to ask whatever she wished to know and he knew that he would answer her honestly. There was nothing more to it. He worried some that she would not ask him anything as she seemed to be one to think that nothing was her business, but he inwardly disagreed. When a Lady gets blood on her dress, things certainly shift in the ways of business if you were to ask Alexander. He felt bad her dress was ruined and vowed secretly to get her a new one from her home country. He knew it would be a bit of a challenge, but there wasn't anything Alexander couldn't do when it came to obtaining such items.