<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 had woken up quite agitated. A day with Iris was ahead of him and he would make the best out of it. He had not believed yesterday that he would like the little Delecroix lady that much, but she had surprised him in more than one way and he was pretty sure that behind all that sweetness and delicacy there was some different lady hidden. One he was willing to discover, because he was pretty sure that the hidden lady would be exactly the one he always hoped for.<br/> <br/>He had dressed in some clean garbs and girded his sword, not bothering to carry his armor, when a servant had busted into the tent, uttering something about Damian in the dungeons for killing Danielle. As unbelievable as it had sounded, Hector had felt a cold hand gripping his heart. His father was a violent man, more violent than Hector ever could be and if Danielle did something really silly then it may happen that Damian got tipped over the edge. But Hector hoped that it was all some misunderstanding, the exaggerating you often met in rumors. He didn't want to hold the dead body of his younger sister in his arm, watch the head of his father got chopped off in public. No, it couldn't be true. He had rushed to the guesthouse, knocked at the door of Danielle's and Martine's room frantically. Martine had opened him, obviously perparing to meet Abel and he pushed part her, his eyes darting across the room, searching for Danielle. Her bed had been empty, not used at all. He had turned to Martine, panic in his face.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Where's Danielle? They say Dad killed her!"</span><br/><br/>Martine had looked dumbfounded but then she had taken his hand and pulled him out of the room, upstairs to a room at the end of the hallway. The door had not been locked, he had stormed inside, but the room had been empty. It was Danielle's room, undoubtely, he recognised her clothes, the dress she had worn yesterday. Hector had sunk down on the bed his head buried in his hands.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Why did he kill her? Why? She was his flesh and blood!"</span><br/><br/>Hector felt the small hand of Martine on his shoulder, while a tear started to trickle down his cheek. He had not cried in years, but losing Danielle to his father's wrath made him cry. Martine tried to comfort him, but he was too devastated.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"It was probably because of all that mess she had caused yesterday."</span><br/><br/>Martine's voice had been so cold that he had looked up to his little sister through teary eyes. She seemed to be distant, not as shocked as he was. Why did Danielle have a new room, by the way? What had happened here?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Martine, why is your sister not in your room anymore? And what's that mess you are talking about?"</span><br/><br/>He was still in complete shock, but he could feel anger boil in him. Why didn't he know what was going on here? Did his father cut him out on the news or did his sisters? A low growl escaped his throat at this thought.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"She isn't my sister anymore, Hector. That slut tried to take a man from me, she tried to rape him while he was unconscious to get pregnant by him, so that he had to marry her, she tried to destroy the life of my friends. If father killed her then it is for the best."</span><br/><br/>Hector's hand shot forward, grabbed his little sister by the throat and he shook her hard, his face crimson red.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Damn, she is your sister, Martine. All the years she had covered for you and now you step away from her at the first fault she ever made? Do you think you are perfect?"</span><br/><br/>He let go of her and Martine made a few steps backwards, coughing and looking frightened at her brother. Hector never could deny that the blood of his father was running through his veins, but he had never threatened his sister before. He tried to calm down and then his next question came out totally surprised.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"She tried to rape Abel? When?"</span></div>