<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0080"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Yakari Aeide</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/e502d570-9e84-4133-bfed-cd10f89cd1f5_zpsb0fae3ac.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Yakari had no idea if Amena really knew how irresistible she was when she looked with those down-cast eyes through her lashes to him, the coy, promising smile around her lips and her red hair framing her face like a fire on the horizon. If she knew and she did it to make him falter to her, then she was more of a vixen as he had believed. If she didn't know then he better prepared for the day she did such things knowingly to get to him. It was impossible to refuse her any wish, if she looked at him like that.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I do not believe I will need a servant to help make me up, my lord. Not when I have you to help me. You are quite apt at these dresses, after all..." </span><br/><br/>Yakari wasn't sure he heard that right, but his words stuck in his throat and he coughed helplessly, the blood shooting in his face. Finally he recovered a little and his mouth was next to her ear when he whispered in a voice that may melted ice.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“But I am a lot better in removing those dresses, my lady, than in adjusting them. And if my hands come close to this flaming mane of yours, then it will be probably totally unruly afterwards...and sweaty.”</span><br/> <br/>His hand sneaked around her back and up to the soft, little hairs in her neck and he started to play with them, while he pulled her in for another kiss. Gregorio unknowingly had said one true thing. He shouldn't accuse others for looking at heiresses to secure their future. He had married Amena, he had a paper granting her heritage of the Cadell castle, he was safe. It had never been his intentions and he had not thought about it, when he had met Amena. The girl had simply fascinated him and he had fallen for her hard and never regretted it. But he had to grow up and act now like a Lord. But he would grow up later, for now he wanted to be with Amena in her room. He had to re-adjust her dress. As it looked she would have to take it off to get it properly on again, it was way too unruly now as that it could be fixed in another way.<br/> <br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I think we better start to make you up...or to make out.”</span></div>