<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/>When Sir Hector had come up, Abel worried that he was still sour with him. He didn't blame the man, as he had been quite the dolt in telling Iris about her future marriage. Of course, Sir Hector spat out his arrangement with Lady Martine, and Abel assumed that it was fair.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #0080FF">“I already hoped for it to be true, as up to now I have no reason to worry about Sir Abel. He held himself pretty well, for all he had to endure from me. He even came up with a gift for me and if he isn’t nice to me, I will use it on him," </span></span>Martine had replied to her brother, filling Sir Abel with pride. He had worried so desperately that she would dislike him. Even with her threatening tease, he was still glad<span style="color: #40FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">. “Now, I hope you are aware that she will expect now more of that kind. Did I ever tell you that my little sis has her ways to get what she wants? Oh, I think I forgot about that…”</span></span>Hector said to him with a cocked brow.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"I couldn't imagine denying her anything, to be quite honest..." </span>he replied lightly with a flirtatious smile thrown Martine's way. Hector chuckled, guiding Iris away and Abel marveled at the difference between his delicate sister and the large Sir Hector.<br/><br/>He turned to Martine,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"It looks as if we are alone now to learn more about each other. Already I know you are quite the bully, hmm?"</span>Abel said jokingly, offering his elbow to Martine. He turned a little more serious though, looking her in the eyes,<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Lady Martine, I just want you to know that I do plan on being the best man I can be for you. I would never want to see you unhappy. I know this is likely sappy to your ears and you likely don't care much for soft words, but I can't help but give them anyway. You have captured me quite fully within only a few hours--it's rather alarming, I must say." <br/></span><br/>Abel decided it was best to be honest with Martine on how she made him feel and how he planned to treat her. Hector may have joked that Martine would always get her way, but Abel planned on letting her have it--within reason of course. She couldn't just go off and head straight into danger, at least not without consulting him first--but it was more than likely if she asked him for the world on a silver string, he would damn well do his best to get it for her.