<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son of Sir Damian</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector was more than astonished that she took his confession so easily. Maybe he had judged her wrong and her innocent, delicate look wasn't the real Iris that was hidden inside. Nevertheless her answers made him happy, as it would mean that she would give him a chance if he would be faithful. And he had no intentions not to be faithful, once he was married. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You surprise me, you seem to be tougher than you look. But I can assure you, that like most nobles once we are happily married we have no desire to whore around. I guess I will be the pretty faithful type."<br/></span><br/>Her next question was an innocent one. Principally. But like Martine, who found always something to make a joke out of, Hector always found something to be a little bit dirty.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I would say I like the same things all young nobles like to do. Jousting, swordfights, a good brawl from time to time, hunting, dancing, singing loud and false, drinking. And making girls scream in pleasure. Nothing unusual I would say..."</span><br/><br/>Hector winked at her and then he thought he should go lightly with her. Otherwise she may look at him like some monster.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"An easy question for a change. What do you like to do most and what do you hate to do?"</span></div>