<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 quickly changed back in his normal attire and cleaned his face from the sweat of the joust. He was looking forward to talk to Lady Iris. She had been very polite and very ladylike in the stables even so Abel had ruined it with his introduction. Now without her brother lurking around it would be easier to have an open talk. Hector would not hold back with the truth. If this entire marriage theme should work, then they better were open to each other or they would find themselves in some state of trouble and misery.<br/><br/>When he walked up on the stands he found Lady Iris waiting for him and Martine talking with Abel. Did his sister know already of the arrangement? He had no idea, but he decided to tell her. The two siblings had the same straightforward manner when it came to deal with unpleasant things – just call them out.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Lady Iris, I hope you enjoyed my slapstick version of a joust. I guess if Loki isn’t ready to go tomorrow, I better saddle Sapphyre instead of my father’s horse. She will make not so many problems, but maybe as she is a female, she will start to dance down the lane instead of rushing for my opponent. If it fails I should try a hobby horse like we did as kids…”</span><br/><br/>He offered her his arm to lead her away, but turned once more to Martine.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Martine, father wants to see us this evening dining with those two lovely persons here. Ok, sweet lie, Sir Abel is not so lovely, he lacks at tactfulness and sensitiveness. You have to work with him on that, I know that you are a master in both areas…”</span> Martine chuckled lightly on the little joke of her brother, her direct way was quite the opposite. <span style="color: #FF8000">“You know what invitations to dinner in such combinations mean with father. I already told Lady Iris, that if we find out that we don’t fit together, then I will cancel this arrangement. The same applies to you of course too. Only because you are the youngest here, doesn’t mean that you have to be caught in an unlucky marriage.”</span><br/><br/>Martine gave him a warm smile for being so considerate of her, but she shook her head immediately afterwards.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“I already hoped for it to be true, as up to now I have no reason to worry about Sir Abel. He held himself pretty well, for all he had to endure from me. He even came up with a gift for me and if he isn’t nice to me, I will use it on him.”</span> Martine showed him the dagger and Hector cocked his brow, looking at Sir Abel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Now, I hope you are aware that she will expect now more of that kind. Did I ever tell you that my little sis has her ways to get what she wants? Oh, I think I forgot about that…”</span><br/><br/>Hector chuckled and he and Lady Iris walked away. She was a petite, delicate person and her hand felt like a tiny bird on his muscular arm. Still he felt the warmth radiating from it and it felt good.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Where do you want to go, Mylady? We can visit the vendors looking for something to buy or we can have a walk over the meadows into the sunset… I am open for everything.”</span></div>