<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40BF80"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Gregorio Pescari</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The Lord of Euganea</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/53cd9d89-d20b-452d-91a2-9d91f5ba5abc_zps00e843d7.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gregorio gave her a smile, when she told him that she was sorry for not remembering him. A small smile, he tried to be as distant and uninterested as possible. Honestly it would have been asked for a lot, if she had really to remember him and he decided to tell her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Well, you shouldn’t feel too bad about it, really. As far as I remember it had been a hunting party your father hosted on his castle. I wasn’t the only one there, it must have been some twenty nobles. And you were fourteen or fifteen at that time and you only greeted us with your mother when we arrived. It would be a wonder if you would remember me, then I would have left quite the impression with you and I doubt that you were really interested in the young men at that age…” Gregorio gave a wink. “… but I must say you are the same beauty as your mother. Especially in those clothes. I remember that your mother was seen sometimes in such kind of dresses. I guess you are not earning too much understanding with the noble ladies for your taste in clothes…”</span><br/><br/>A group of guards appeared and Gregorio explained the situation and the guards only wanted to hear, if Marina actually had known her attackers. Which she denied straightaway. The guards took the two bodies and carried them away. Nothing unusual to worry about at a tournament. Gregorio offered Marina his arm and lead her along to the stands.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I will not speak about Tosisi, if you don’t want to speak about it. For starters I didn’t expect you here and is there anything to speak about at all? It are your lands…as long as you manage to defend your claim on it. It has always been like that.”</span><br/><br/>They had reached the stands and Gregorio looked around, until he saw two young noble ladies sticking their heads together talking. He decided to give it a try and walked up to them.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Myladies, I hope you don’t mind the bold disturbance. I would like to ask you for a favour. I am Lord Pescari and the young lady at my side is Lady Tremoulin. She got nearly raped some minutes ago by some cretins, as she was standing at the back of the stands all alone. I kind of saved her in the very last minute, but I have to prepare for my own first round fight and can’t have an eye on her any longer. Would it be possible, that I leave her with you ladies? It is saver down here than in the back…”</span><br/><br/>The younger one nodded her agreement, speaking up to Marina and he gave the two noble girls a really warm smile as a thank you. Sticking to his plan the smile he gave Marina was kind of neither bread nor butter. He would continue his strategy of telling her that she was beautiful and at the same time ignoring her. Gregorio quickly disappeared through the crowd before any of the girls could talk to him some more. And none of them could see the satisfied, vile smile on his face.</div>