<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 had not participated in the talks and neither had Iris. They were seated next to their siblings, opposite of each other and just out of reach of their hands. They had overcome this lack of contact by looking each other deep in their eyes and getting drowned in them. Hector had barely noticed what was talked about, his mind totally occupied by imagining his future with this petite young lady he got more and more fond of. She was other than the girls he had met before, far more vulnerable and fragile and she had a deep soul and some bright mind. He wished it would be already the next day and he could be close to her again. This lack of contact was nerving already and in some desperate attempt he stretched out his right foot under the table, until he found her properly closed legs on the other side. He could see the short flicker in her eyes, when she realised what had touched her leg and a small smile appeared for a second on her face, before she looked again like nothing happened all the evening.<br/><br/>Hector was pretty sure that she was as fond of him and he was of her and that she wished to be alone with him too. He still remembered her tiny body in his arms, when she had snuggled closer to him in the cold air. He would have carried her around all day long, just to feel her so close to him. And to imagine her snuggle in his arm at night was some really tempting thought. One that probably was on her mind too, as he suddenly felt her leg brush against his. She wasn't only enjoying his touch, she wanted it to last longer too. And this knowledge made Hector incredibly happy. So happy that he completely missed that the boy had placed a plate with meat in front of him until Martine poked him in the ribs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Hey, daydreamer. Lady Iris will be there later too, but your plate may be gone again..."</span> He blushed deeply and that caused the others at the table to laugh. Hector blushing because of being lost in the eyes of a woman was really something that fit to him like the tattered cloth of a jester and would be probably the story of some songs if it ever got known.</div>