<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/>Sir Abel was making his way towards where Martine, Marina, and Iris were. He watched as Thyra won her joust and wasn't surprised. He had seen the woman before and she was quite the warrior. When he made it to the ladies, he gave a polite bow holding out flowers to Lady Marina.<br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><br/>"Here you are my lady, it isn't much--but I was told that I should bring gifts the next time I came up..."</span>while he was bowed, holding flowers out to Marina, his eyes were only on Martine with a smirk. The woman took her flowers and he straightened.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Ah, but I also got you something...perhaps it is enough to win your favor for the tournament--or at least keep you watching,"</span>he teased as he pulled out the silk wrapped dagger. He held it out to Martine with a playful grin. Outwardly he looked calm and confident, inside he nervously hoped she liked her gift.<br/><br/>It was a dagger made from some of the strongest materials around, one guaranteed to last a life time or more. It was a blade that could do quite the bit of damage, and yet it held a womanly charm to it. He knew that she likely wouldn't care if it was feminine looking or not, but he figured it was a nice touch nonetheless. It had stones in the handle, stones the color of Martine's house--something he hoped she appreciated. He would have put his and her house colors in it, but found that to be too bold and should the arrangement fall through, he did not want her to look at the dagger with disgust.<br/><br/>He heard Hector's name being called in the background, but barely turned to look at the humorous display. He was too busy waiting for Martine's reaction.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"I do hope it is to your liking, m'lady. You didn't seem the type to want roses and jewels...."</span>