<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of D'Aries</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Asture</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4d346bf9-c817-405c-b853-1d680fc1dba7_zps5271719f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Alexander D'Aries</span></span></div><br/><br/>Alexander was impressed to meet Marina so chipper in the morning. Most ladies he knew tended to gripe and moan about how early it was, but it seemed Marina was no such lady. She was far more refreshing than that.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Hmm, well I recall us speaking about riding through a few rather dashing meadows right outside of town...</span>" Alexander suggested, offering his elbow.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Of course I imagine you may be hungry--so perhaps breakfast first? Or have the maids already served you?"</span>he asked with a cocked brow.<br/><br/>Marina, he realized, was rather beautiful in the light. Her brown hair was so shiny, with strands of hair that looked almost gold. Her smile was radiant and sweet--and he had a hard time keeping his eyes off the shape of her lips. Such perfect cupid bow lips...<br/><br/>Her laugh brought him back to reality and he realized he had zoned out for a moment. He could only hope that Marina had not realized it.