<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 somehow was surprised when Iris grabbed his ear, snatching him down to her level.<span style="color: #BF80FF">"What were you thinking?! Or were you even thinking at all!"</span>she asked and he scrambled to answer,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"I wa---"</span>However, she cut him off, not caring to hear his excuses,<span style="color: #BF80FF"> "You know that was a less than acceptable way to tell a girl she's being married off! You should have been more subtle with it. What would our family say if they saw you do something like that? You are lucky that the outcome was pleasant cause it could have turned ugly and quickly."</span>Abel felt that shame and guilt well up within him like it always did when Iris was angry at him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF80FF">"Was that revenge for something I did back at home? No matter what any of our brothers say I was not the one who put that spider in your bed,"</span>she said with a pout. Abel had seen the pout before he heard the words and he tried not to look at her face, purposefully averting his own eyes to look to the side. He hated seeing her pout and she knew it! However, her words registered and his eyes cut back to her narrowing into comically small slits,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"How did you know about the spider...?"</span>he asked suddenly, using the opportunity to change the conversation. He had never accused her or told her about the spider, thinking the little devil had gotten there by itself. His brothers had howled with laughter as loudly as he had howled with surprise to wake up to the spider on his face, but still he had not thought Iris had anything to do with it--until now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"No, wait. First! You are right, I wasn't thinking very clearly. I was going to tell you about Sir Hector privately, but against my better judgement...obviously you see what I did. I know it doesn't help, but I have to marry his sister, Martine as well. So you won't be alone in that regard. He seems like a nice man, though. He's a little rough, but you have no problems keeping us in place," </span>Abel said in reference to their brothers and himself as he extracted his now sore ear from Iris' tight grasp.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "Anyways, I had no reason to suspect you were the cause behind the spider--but I will take note of that now!" </span>he said, though not angrily. He deserved what he got and he knew it.<span style="color: #FFBF40">"I don't know what happened. My tongue moved before my mind did, and it  sort of just...fell out. I'm sorry, Iris, I really am--but it doesn't change anything about the situation. It could have gone poorly, but it didn't---so at least we have that to be thankful for..."</span>