<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 listened to Iris words, wondering how over protective her brother may be. Martine definitely had an issue with people trying to tie her down. She wasn’t a really wild and untamed person, far from that actually, but she needed her days off the routine like a flower needed the rain. It didn’t matter if it was to ride out, go hunting or do some sparring with the swordmaster, it was just that for one day she could feel free and not restricted by rules and properly ladylike behavior. Especially hearing that this lonesome moment on the stands, if ever anyone could say that you are lonesome in the middle of several hundred people, was a rare event, made her blood boil.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“That’s kind of unfair. You’re not allowed to have an own life? You’re not a person with an own mind and some unique personality? How can anyone dare to refuse you to have a day of your own, do what you like, hang in to your thoughts and dreams or to hunt some small animal? If he wants a puppy following him everywhere, he should look for a hound dog, but not for his younger sister. My own brother loves me dearly too, but he knows that it is enough to be there for me, when I need him and to step in when I am in trouble. What does your brother think, who you are? He hasn’t fixed a collar on you and keeps you on the leash?”</span><br/><br/>Martine eyed the slender neck of Iris warily. If she had to marry indeed the brother of Iris, he better wouldn’t try anything like that with her. Martine may be calm and well-mannered most of the time, but she could be like a wild cat too. She had sharp claws and pointed teeth, well literally. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“He better doesn’t try that with me, if we have to marry indeed. Or he will not have a lot of fun in our marriage. And he doesn’t want that…<br/>Oh, my own brother, Hector. That’s another story. Hector can be really nice with the ladies, he knows what they like to hear and how they like to be treated and he had his share of them. Not that he is a womanizer in the classical meaning. He’s a young guy in his mid-twenties, if he wouldn’t hunt women at this age, something would be wrong, don’t you think?”</span><br/><br/>Martine knew that the story was so easy though. There were a lot of other problems.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I am a little bit torn, when I think of you and my brother. For one part I would like to see it, because it would finally allow you to live your life, without being guarded all the time by some watchful eyes. On the other hand…you would be better of with someone else. Hector, as nice as he can be and as cuddly as he can be, hates your guts. He really does. My father is kind of the impersonated hate of all the houses around us and he had tried to inherit it on us kids. And while I never cared about it and Danielle tried not to make too much out of it, Hector believed it and lives it. In principle he is my father’s hate in a more light version. But the hate is there. Iris, he would not see you as what you are, a beautiful, young lady who gives a damn about rivalties, but as the daughter of an enemy. I’m not saying that he may overcome this hate one day, but it will be quite some work in process.”</span><br/><br/>Martine looked up when a knight stepped up them with a young, strange looking girl at his side. Her mouth dropped open when she heard his words.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Myladies, I hope you don’t mind the bold disturbance. I would like to ask you for a favour. I am Lord Pescari and the young lady at my side is Lady Tremoulin. She got nearly raped some minutes ago by some cretins, as she was standing at the back of the stands all alone. I kind of saved her in the very last minute, but I have to prepare for my own first round fight and can’t have an eye on her any longer. Would it be possible, that I leave her with you ladies? It is saver down here than in the back…”<br/></span><br/>Martine remembered the scene she had seen behind the stands with those two dead bodies. So this was the young girl they had tried to rape and she was a noble girl? With those clothes? Martine’s youthful curiousity got the best of her and even if she would have allowed the young girl to stay with her anyway, she wanted to learn more about the young girl now. And her good-looking companion. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Are you ok, Lady? Of course you can stay with us, we don’t mind some more nice company, don’t we, Iris?”</span><br/><br/>The young Lord gave her and Iris a warm smile that made her feel warmth inside and only a small one to the lady he had saved. Martine was a little bit surprised, she had believed those two were an item, but she couldn’t say anything, as the young man was gone.</div>