<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Leon Aeide</span></span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-weight: bold">The eldest son of the Earl of Eastshire</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/1a5b9afe-0161-4354-bc75-a3a3c40a5d28_zps38f9d31e.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Leon had waited beside the door after Amena had knocked and when she stormed in he closed the door behind her and locked it. She turned and the look in her eyes was priceless. Leon had a knife in his hand and he pointed with it to the bed. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Take a seat, Amena or should I say sister-in-law? I hope you're a reasonable person and I don't have to gag you too. My brother is always so daring, so I decided I restrain him as a precaution. I need to talk to you two. Urgently. It seems you have more enemies as you may believe."</span><br/><br/>Leon had remained standing at the door, but when Amena didn't move he made two steps towards her, the knife playfully in his hands. Amena was simply shocked and frightened, probably at the end of her forces after this day and Leon understood that pretty well. He would have given the two the night, but as Sir Robert may learn any minute from their marriage...no, it had to be done now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"We don't have all night sweetheart. Sit down or I make you sit down!"</span><br/><br/>His voice had got a dark growl in it and he waited for Amena's reaction on it.</div>