<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/><span style="color: #FFBF40">"That woman is enchanting..." </span>Abel admitted with a sigh.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I have a feeling she is going to have me in all sorts of messes...her brother says she needs freedom and I worry that it means she likes danger..."</span>It was obvious Abel very much liked Martine, but he had a tendency to become frantic when anything or anyone he loved was even in the slightest of danger. It was something he couldn't help, as his best friend during childhood had been slaughtered before his eyes when he was younger. She was an amazing person, but thieves were not very caring about personality. He hadn't been able to protect her and ever since he has made it his job to protect those he loved the best he could. Iris just had a double dose of it because he already was rather protective of her to begin with.<br/><br/>Even though he only had one small exchange with Martine, he already was worrying about if she was okay, what things would make her happy, and things of that nature. He wondered if he was cursed to just induce an anxiety attack in himself for everyone else around him. And by everyone else, Just Iris and now Martine. He had to remind himself he couldn't do that anymore. Not with Iris and definitely not with Martine. Perhaps this marriage to her would train out all of his ridiculous worry.<span style="color: #FFBF40"> "I should bring her back a gift--I know she was only teasing, but it would be fun to call her bluff and see how she handles it...What would be something small yet meaningful?"</span>Abel asked Iris as he tried to think of his own solutions. Maybe flowers? Tch. No, Martine didn't seem the flower type...<br/><br/>Wait! He knew exactly what he could get her and grinned,<span style="color: #FFBF40">"Nevermind, Iris--I think I have the perfect idea..." </span>