<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 looked up to Sir Abel when he returned to them, soon after Iris had returned. When he handed flowers to Marina she grinned from ear to ear and a little chuckle escaped her lips. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Now, now. At least hope dies last that this noble learns from his faults. I am surprised that you listen to a lady's words, Sir Abel, but when you listen always to my words we will get along quite well.”</span><br/><br/>Iris and Marina chuckled and even some of the neighbours had fun in this sparring of the two and snickered. When Martine got her own little parcel she was nervous like a little kid. It was the first time she got a gift from someone who wasn't her family and who didn't know her. She hoped that Sir Abel had a good taste and she eagerly unwrapped the fine silk. When the perfectly crafted dagger lay in her open palm she held her breath. It was wonderful, just perfect, she noticed the colours of the stones, the fine grinding of the double-faced dagger. This was no cheap gift, she knew it and she was deeply impressed. Her face flushed red and her heart skipped a beat. <br/><br/>She lifted her eyes to Sir Abel, saw through his calm demeanor that he was nervous as hell and her eyes were on fire. If she really would have to marry that guy she would try her best to be a good wife to him. He obviously deserved it and for a moment Martine wanted to hug him and kiss him. But then the little nasty girl came back through again and she decided to teach him another lesson. She took the dagger in her right hand, checked the balance and all. More than the six eyes of her friends watched her. Finally she nodded satisfied.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That's a very fine dagger and a very nice gift, Sir Abel. I think it is perfect...thank you."</span> Her left hand went around the neck of Sir Abel and she pulled him down for a kiss. But just inches before her lips met she pulled back and the blade of the dagger nicked the throat of Sir Abel.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Oh, yes,<span style="font-weight: bold"> it is perfect</span>.”</span> Everybody around them roared of laughter and then Martine pulled the dagger away and gave Sir Abel the tender kiss he deserved. She had her fun and he had been very nice to her.</div>