<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest daughter 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/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine looked at him when he tried to convince her that he would not be a dancing bear. She didn't even have to say anything. When he looked at her and saw her amused grin he gave up. Oh yes, he was so right. This would be some interesting relationship, because Martine was more and more sure she could wrap him around her finger.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Hmm, so where would you like to walk first? I hear there are street performers somewhere around here..."</span><br/><br/>Martine snickered and the grin on her face got wider. Abel had no idea that he was always giving her just the right words for her pranks. She couldn't miss on this one either. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Street performers? Sounds interesting - you think..."</span> Martine looked at him with her big blue innocent eyes, <span style="color: #FF8000">"I could earn some money there with that dancing bear number?"</span><br/><br/>He nearly toppled over his own feet and Martine gave a crystal clear laugh. She was absolutely enjoying his shocked expression everytime she got to him. He was soooo cute. She pulled him along to a place where five fire eaters were juggling and swallowing burning torches and spitting flames. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Maybe I should try that myself. I seem to have some talent to burn the ground with my tongue, don't you think?”</span><br/><br/>Martine definitely enjoyed his company. But she wasn't so sure he was enjoying hers the same.</div>