<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/>Sir Gregario was around, huh? Alexander never really trusted the man, but he said nothing about it. It was not his place to sway the lady that Sir Gregario was a bad person, especially since the man had done nothing to him.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"> "May I ask what you planned to do before you walked into me? You looked like you were deep in thought,"</span></span>Marina said, her eyes glancing up at him.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Nothing much. A woman I pine after pines after another. I was thinking up ways to win her heart. It's the typical story,"</span>Alexander replied vaguely, surprised he had even revealed that much to her.<br/><br/>They walked along and there were people all around them laughing and shrieking with glee. It tended to be after tournaments there would be a variety of vendors and those who came out to do performances. Men were drinking, being rather affectionate with their wives or lovers. The guards were walking around making sure the people were not being too rowdy and the smell of food was floating through the air, along with the smell of the torches that lit the area up.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I rather like tournaments, and not just because I participate in them--look at all these people. Once a year they all get to come together and just let loose. It's not often you see the stuffy, uptight Erathians do such a thing. Normally they are all prim and proper, expectations this, expectations that. But this time of year, they get their fill on debauchery,"</span>Alexander said, making conversation. He was being honest when he said he enjoyed it. The atmosphere was something the people created all their own. The Kingdom didn't plan it, they only knew to have enough guards to keep things under control and the people would make their own celebration. The first and last night of the tournament were always the most exciting.