<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of D'Aries</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Asture</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4d346bf9-c817-405c-b853-1d680fc1dba7_zps5271719f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Alexander D'Aries</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF">"Well, unfortunately m'lady, it is getting very late. I'll have to retire soon if I want to be in tip top shape for tomorrow. You should probably rest as well, it seems as though it has been a long day for you," </span>Alexander said as he patted his full belly. It was, indeed, very late. They had walked around and danced for a few hours, and the food was a nice way to end the night.<span style="color: #0080FF">"If you'd allow, I would like to accompany you to your room. The drunks are at their worst right now," </span>Alexander said, looking around to see many men stumbling and women trying to avoid many advances. He gave a snort at one man being full on slapped.<br/><br/>He stood, offering his elbow to Marina. It was likely many would be turning in soon, and it would make him feel better to know she arrived to her room safely. He couldn't leave her out in these conditions. Too much danger and he would never forgive himself if something were to happen to her. He downed the rest of his drink as he waited for Marina to finish her own, and then she stood, taking his elbow.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Are you wanting to retire? By all means, if you desire to stay out, let me know and I will stay,"</span>he said, realizing he might be forcing her to go to bed earlier than she would like.