<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40FF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Martine Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The youngest daughter 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/d5668922-425e-4e73-8f97-dd73233101dd_zps99f99557.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Martine gave Marina a warm smile and nodded when she heard the explanation of what may have happened and why she was wearing those clothes. She was looking gorgeous in them, just not like a noble lady. But if she liked it that way, it was fine with her.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Yeah, you should really hide a dagger somewhere. The clothes look absolute fantastic on you, they hug your curves alluringly, it’s just that nobody associates a noble lady with that look. But it is fine with me. Oh, there is Leon, speaking of the devil.”</span><br/><br/>Martine watched Leon enter the arena. He was a really impressing knight on his dark steed with his long blonde hair braided into a thick braid. If he wouldn’t be such an asshole…a little bit of Yakari would fit him. Martine had never seen Leon fight, but she knew about his record and the won the tournament last year. His opponent couldn’t be a match to him, the boy seemed already to tremble while greeting the Queen. <br/><br/>When Leon pulled out the Bleddyn colours she gasped of surprise. That the little incident in the morning around her and Yakari would lead to something like that, she would have never guessed.  <br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“That’s quick for Leon to display his affection. He met her this morning…”</span><br/><br/>Martine had mumbled it silently to her two companions and then she sighed loudly when the boy knotted the cloth around the tip. What an affront… That was practically as if Leon would have slapped a noble with his gauntlet. What did happen between Adelaide and Leon, after she left? Because Adelaide must have given him the token firsthand…and now, well, she was sitting in the royal box…maybe she had changed sides…still. Wow! Martine had to admit that she was impressed. A bold move by Leon to expose a lady like this.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Oh, man…that’s tough…”</span><br/><br/>Martine watched the horses rush forward, saw the shield of the young noble go up and she knew immediately that he shouldn’t have done that. She had watched her brother and her father going against each other in sparring often enough to understand that you never expose your torso in a joust. The hit was murderous and while the crowd roared in admiration, Martine closed her eyes. <span style="font-style: italic">Shit, hopefully he survives that. </span><br/><br/>Martine opened them again to see Leon collecting the cloth and handing it to Adelaide. <br/><span style="color: #80FF00"><br/>“You can call yourself lucky, that you are a lady, Adelaide. Take it as my last warning that I don’t like to be played with…that’s very generous of me. Normally I ask for satisfaction…Majesty, you can always count on my lance being there for you…”</span><br/><br/>Martine had to admit that Leon Aeide was some cunning bastard. And none she needed as an enemy.</div>