<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF4000"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Danielle Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The eldest 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/4e51f369-c715-4651-ade7-9f8d4b695ba4_zps51b9a8d9.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Danielle slowly remembered all the shit that had happened to her yesterday and once her still sleepy mind, not used to wake up so early, was functional she regretted yelling at Sir Gregorio. He had been really nice yesterday, very understanding and very comforting. And it must have been some awkward position he had slept in. No, she shouldn't have reacted like that. She watched him walking over to the bucket and - damn, he was impressive. Not as big as Hector, but it was quite a piece of meat he got down there. Her eyes were so fixed on his dick, that she missed him looking at her and when she realised that she had been caught she blushed deeply.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">'"I...I am sorry. I didn't want to yell at you. Usually I sleep into the day, so I wasn't all by myself, when I yelled at you. You had been really nice tonight and I know, that I ruined your night with all my crying and my need for comfort. I can't thank you enough for that. And I... I didn't want to peek, but I must say your future wife can call herself lucky."</span><br/><br/>He grinned at her and Danielle just wanted to use her own bucket, when the door to the cellar opened and a guard appeared. He was looking grumpy, but at least he opened their cells.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I see, you are already up, that's good. You are released, don't expect us to give you some breakfast, there is enough of that in the Grand Hall. Are you Lady Danielle, girl?"</span><br/><br/>Danielle had made a step out of the cell, but stopped dead in her tracks. Did her father find out and was waiting for her outside? She started to tremble uncontrollably, unable to answer the simple question. Luckily Sir Gregorio put his arm over her shoulder and answered for her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yes, she is, but why does that matter?"</span><br/><br/>Danielle felt the strong body of Sir Gregorio at her side and somehow it gave her some comfort again and she snuggled closer at his side. Why was she such a coward suddenly?<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"There's a servant of Sir Alexander waiting outside for her, who wanted to pay for her release, but as she was released anyway, he just wants to hand a message to her."<br/></span><br/>Danielle was a little bit shocked. Sir Alexander knew of her situation? That wasn't good news, as he would probably think even worse of her now. Tears were again dwelling up in her eyes and she shook her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I can't see him like that. Tell him, that I am grief-stricken and that I will visit his master later, once I am more representable. I can't..."</span><br/><br/>She felt the hand of Sir Gregorio squeezing her shoulder and she gave in into her miserable life and didn't notice Sir Gregorio giving the guard some money, as he had been reluctant to be a message-boy. When they reached the main floor, Sir Gregorio quickly moved her to the guesthouse. It was still calm, if you forgot about some high-pitched moans that were carrying down the hallways.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Where's your room, Mylady? You should clean up and change firsthand."</span><br/><br/>Danielle nodded and moved Sir Gregorio one floor up. She was so caught in her thoughts that she nearly bumped into him, when he suddenly stopped and held his breath. She looked around his body and saw Sir Alexander standing in the hallway  with a beautiful young lady in some strange garbs on his arms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Oh, shit..."</span></div>