<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 had taken the key of their former bedroom from Danielle and had the servants remove all of Danielle’s dresses and things from the room. Now she had a double bed room for herself and she wondered how that all could have happened so quick. And all about Yakari. That was the part Martine was not willing to forgive her sister. Instead of being a loving big sister to her, Danielle had tried to snatch Yakari away from her, after she had learned that Martine was in love with him. Martine had no problem to accept that Amena was the lucky one and that Yakari loved Amena and not her. But she could not accept that her own sister was not like that. But now she had no longer an older sister. For her Danielle was history, a part of her past, but none of her future.<br/><br/>What would her own future look like? Danielle had always feared that her father would marry her off to secure some ally. Did he plan the same for her? And to whom would he marry her then? Sir Alexander d’Aries? Sir Leon Aeide? Sir Abel Delecroix? Or someone from the smaller castles? Martine had not really an idea, she had never really cared about the other houses. Maybe she should start to change that. Ok, Yakari could inform her about his brother. Sir Alexander was too much of a womanizer to really trying to put her nose into that jar of fire. And Sir Abel? Danielle had said something that he was always keeping his own sister close to him. Maybe she should try to talk to her and get some first hand informations about her brother. Even if it would be none of those three, the information may be helpful anyway.<br/><br/>Martine closed the door and locked it, before she left the guest house, walking back down to the tournament grounds. She could hear the cheers from the crowd carried by the wind and she knew that another fight had ended. Behind the stands was some commotion, including two dead guys and a noble and young girl. The girl looked devastated and when Martine saw that one of the guys had his pants at his ankles, she could imagine what may have transpired there. She instinctively checked the presence of the dagger in her dress. If one would try to rape her, then she would cut his testicles off. That was for sure…<br/><br/>Martine entered the stands and asked around for Lady Iris Delecroix. A servant pointed her out and Martine walked up to her side, taking a good look at her. She was a beautiful young woman with long hair and a sweet face, maybe a few years older than Martine. A delicate body, although not as delicate as Martine’s girlish one. Where Martine just started to grow breasts Lady Ines already had some. Martine decided to take the direct approach and she turned to the young lady.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Hi, I’m Martine Karembeux from Macchia. Do you mind my company? I mean with all those conflicts in the past I would understand if you would like to see none of us… Kind of silly in my eyes, as we girls had nothing to do with it, but I know that sometimes the believes of the fathers run deep in the kids.”</span></div>