<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 tried hard to outrun Abel, but with the armor on her she was too slow. When he caught up to her she was jerked around and immediately his lips found hers. She enjoyed the kiss a lot and it left her breathless or maybe it had been the chase too. But she pouted when he broke the kiss.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Is this what I have to look forward to in the future? Chasing my wife down the halls for a simple kiss?"<br/></span><br/>Martine gave him a loopsided grin and wrapped her arm around him. She liked it to tease him and to make him desire her. It was fun and it made her more giddy to be with him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“What? Is my husband so old, that chasing his wife down is already too much of a burden for him? He prefers his wife to come cuddling up to him? Well, I see our future already clearly. You stay at home and raise the kids, while I ride out with your knights and defend the borders. It is really giving you too much of a strain to move your tired body...”</span> <br/><br/>She pulled him downstairs, eager to show him how good she was with the sword. He would be surprised or maybe he expected it. Nevertheless she really wanted to give her best.</div>