<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/><span style="color: #FF8000"><span style="font-style: italic">“Hey, Alexander. Maybe you should have challenged your opponent to a pissing contest, huh? It looks like you are training much more with your own lance as with the real thing. But oh, I forgot, that may be no good idea either. I heard some rumours from the girls in your shire that your lance is more like a toothpick. They all complained that they had to fake actually feeling this tiny thing entering them to make you happy. Don’t they call you ‘Babydick’ there?”</span></span>It was Leon Aeide's voice that reached Alexander's ears and he gave a humorless smile as he turned around.<span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Ah, you are one to speak, Sir Leon. Funny how your brother has three different women chasing after him...and yet you can't even keep the one you found today in line. Already she seems to mock you...Seems you are not the better Aeide after all,"</span></span>Alexander replied. Sir Leon always just rubbed him the wrong way, but perhaps it was because of interactions like this.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF"> "You seem to know much more about another man's sword than I know about anyone else. Flattering, really, but I'm not interested,"</span></span>with that Alexander gave a mocking bow and resumed his previous mission--find Lady Danielle, make her forget all about Sir Yakari, Leon's little brother.<br/><br/>Alexander, while he enjoyed the verbal sparrings he usually got into with Leon, was rather not in the mood. The joust had not gone as smoothly as he had hope, that was for sure, but it had gone well enough that he was not too upset. Besides, he was trying his best to turn a new leaf, come off as an honorable man with honorable intentions. Making a fuss about the joust not going perfectly would only tarnish his image in front of the crowds. No, he would just need to improve. Leon was right about one thing, he had been training with his other lance more than his real one lately, though he had yet to hear any woman or any person call him 'babydick' as Leon had so eloquently put it.<br/><br/>At least he never had to take his women by force.