<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/>"Father, if you excuse myself. I need to sleep and to think about the entire day. You can stay, as can the others," Martine's voice filtered through the air and Abel looked up to watch as she gave her brother a playful cheek pat before wishing Iris a good evening. She was suddenly in front of him, giving him a hug--lips close to his ear. He could feel her gentle breath on him as she spoke, "I saw that you tired, so I gave you an alibi now to get up too. But don't think that once we are married I will accepted such a low stamina. I want an active husband in bed, not some sleeping bag..." Abel couldn't help but let a small smirk grace his features at her words.<br/><br/>The smirk, however, was replaced by widened eyes when Martine boldly cupped him. "See you all tomorrow then..." she said innocently and walked away. Abel was sure he shouldn't be surprised by her actions, yet somehow he still was. That little lady would be the death of him, he already knew it.<br/><br/>After a few more minutes of idle chitchat, Abel finally spoke up. "I do believe I will retired. I'm quite exhausted. Iris, would you like me to walk you to your room?" he asked, his eyes cutting ot Iris. If she wanted to stay, he would let her--but he hoped that she would come with. Hector was capable of taking her back, though, and he very well knew it. He paused, waiting for her answer.