<span style="color: #FFBF40"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of Delecroix</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Devona</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/16aaa03c-d70c-49d0-833d-aa82d7697d9f_zpsf037c19c.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #FFBF40"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Sir Abel M. Delecroix</span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Abel heard the knock on his door just as he had sheathed his sword. He was going to go to Martine's room to pick her up, but as he opened the door it seemed she had turned the tables on him. His eyes took in her form appreciatively, even in the armor she looked attractive--perhaps even more so. His eyes zeroed in on her neck and he frowned,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Martine, what happened? Are you alright?"</span></span>he asked worriedly, grabbing her hand and pulling her into his room. The door shut behind them and he stepped closer to her, practically towering over her form as he lifted her chin gently with two fingers to look at her neck.<br/><br/>It didn't look too bad, but there was definitely marks that indicated someone had grabbed her by the throat rather forcefully.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"I know you aren't for the protective knight image, but I really must insist you inform me of what happened--you did not have this last night..."</span></span>Abel said gently. He didn't want to be overbearing, but he couldn't just leave the injury unnoticed. Depending on Martine's answer would decide what his actions would be. He doubted that he needed to go after anyone and he had a feeling that Martine wouldn't appreciate that anyway like some of Erathia's ladies, but still he was concerned.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FFBF40">"Has your brother seen this?"</span></span>he asked. He felt as if Hector would not stand for the treatment that Martine had obviously been given. Perhaps he would speak to him later with his concerns. Hector had already warned him of being too protective and he could understand it, but when there was obvious violence inflicted, he had a feeling Hector would not mind the conversation.