<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Well, the good news is I couldn't possibly do it again if all goes well as ideally you only are married off once!"</span>Abel replied with a poor attempt at humor. Iris' dry stare at him let him know that she did not find it funny at all and he shifted uncomfortably in his spot. Iris was the only person he really let see the true him and it was amazing how much she managed to peel back his armor and make him feel like a chided child.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I am glad you like your gifts, Iris,"</span>Abel said softly, ruffling her hair some. He still felt very badly about having to put her horse down--truth be told he loved that horse damn near as much as she did. It had been one of the most spoiled horses in the Kingdom, that was for sure.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Tell me, though, how come I do not believe you for a second about this spider business? Aren't you lady folk supposed to scream and run from the terrible little creatures?"</span>Abel asked teasingly, sprawling his fingers out towards her and wiggling them in her face. Abel was sometimes a goofball in private, though only his sister knew it. He would be very embarrassed if any other saw him in such a state, but they were alone in the stables so he did not worry.