<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/>Abel had given a chuckle at Martine's jest and made his way happily down to the arena. There was no way he could lose with this sort of happiness in his heart. Martine was funny, teasing, and clearly a rather intelligent woman. He came into the arena and was clearly energetic, revving the crowd up into a frenzy with his cocky smile and bowing to the crowds. He mounted his horse and paraded in front of the Queen's box,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Your majesty, you look lovely as always--and you two ladies as well! Edward, dashing!"</span>Lady Amena simply cocked a brow and took a mocking sip of her drink, causing those around her to chuckle, including Abel himself. His mood was unusually cheery, as he often wasn't so bold in his happiness in front of others.<br/><br/>He made his way to his position, putting on his helmet. Sir Richard was much bigger than him, but he was confident that he'd be alright. Sir Richard was a clumsy bastard. He put down his visor, was handed his equipment and he adjusted himself in his saddle. The first and second round were easily won. As predicted, Richard was unhorsed easily due to his clumsiness and likely the horse's rebellion against his weight. The third time, however, Richard had partially learned his lesson. He managed to hit Abel in the shoulder, but Sir Richard was the one who fell. Sir Abel winced behind his visor but was otherwise unharmed. His shoulder would be bruised for a while, but he had won. Happily he dropped his lance and handed his shield off, raising both arms in victory. The crowd roared and he trotted past the area where his sister, Martine, and Marina were. He took off his helmet, giving a grin to Martine.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Not perfect, but what man is?"</span>he called up to the ladies with humor, giving a small tilt of his head. Those who had seen the exchange between him and Martine earlier offered a few laughs, and others chuckled at Abel's honesty.