<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 made some room on the bench to allow the young girl to sit down. She was still surprised that she was a noble girl so. She didn't look like one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I'm Martine, Martine Karembeux from Macchia. And the cutie over there is Iris Delecroix from Devona. You didn't interrupt us in something important. I just had the idea that it may happen that we are soon related by marriage and therefore we tried to learn about each other's brothers. You know how difficult it is for a young girl to get a good grip on her future husband. They can all make you feel like an angel and once you are married....”</span><br/><br/>Martine tried to size up the young girl. She was older than herself, maybe around Iris age. Everything else was difficult to guess with her clothes. But they looked good on her or vice versa. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I have no idea why men always believe they can rape us. I always carry a dagger to defend myself and especially now with Leon Aeide hanging around. Although his little brother is nice. I kind of fell in love with him, but his heart belongs to somebody else and I can respect that. Unlike my sister...”</span><br/><br/>Martine shivered slightly remembering the scene in her bedroom. She had never believed that her sister could be so determined to reach a goal.</div>