<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 broke the kiss finally. He had no intention to let passion overtake him and neither did he desire Lady Iris to get angry with him, because he overstepped. He kept her on his arms so and continued to walk. He felt very content with himself, although the move had been bolt, but it had been worth it. He liked the young lady every second more. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You have talent, young lady. I am sorry for stealing this first kiss from you, but I couldn't risk that you come into marriage totally unexperienced. That may be a little bit too overwhelming then. I hope you forgive me this little daring move. As atonement I will carry you now."<br/></span><br/>He looked at her with an amused but satisfied smile. She was surprising him more and more. He had expected her to fight him or slap at least, but no she had allowed the kiss and even kissed back. So maybe she didn't find him totally unsuiting.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Now, as I had the last question, I would say yours is the next turn."</span></div>