<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 enjoyed that little sparring and she had no intention to end it so soon, even if Marina had to fight hard not to burst out in laughing and Iris tried to slow her down. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“But Lady Martine, I hadn't an idea that I would encounter such visions today. If I had known, I would have brought an abundance of gifts. As for my sister, her heart is hard to keep--so I must remain vigilant.”</span><br/><br/>Martine grinned from ear to ear. The good Sir Abel was tapping right into her trap, smirking and playing alone. He would have been better of, if he would have watched his tongue. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Well, now you know. Better some late gifts than none gifts at all. We will wait, in anticipation of the abundance of gifts then, desperately on your return. If you need someone to help you carry, I can call one of our boys...”</span>, she trailed of enjoying the look on his face, when he realised that she had played him like some fool and he had not realized it. But Martine absolutely enjoyed it. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Sir Abel, I am a dangerous lady, I have a big heart but to keep it, someone has to be very vigilant - so to say, if you allow me to use your words.”</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"My own joust is a little later, but I'd be honored to see you in the stands for it..."</span> Martine gave him another teasing look, when he took Iris arm to leave.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“If you don't forget about the gifts, I may condescend to even cheer for you...otherwise I may be the toughest supporter of your oppoenent.” </span>The laughter of the two girls followed Abel and Iris when they took off for the stables.<br/><br/>Martine turned to Marina. It was time that she explained her actions to the young girl, who had not witnessed the earlier talks between her and Iris.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“I should have warned you, Marina. Sir Abel may be one of the nobles, my father may want to marry me of. I have spoken with Iris before about him and she told me that he is very over protective of her. So I decided to tease him a little to see what stuff he is made of. Looks like he is ok so far, but I like to tease them and make them feel uncomfortable around me. Either they get angry or they feel bad about their actions and both reactions tell me a lot about what I am in.” </span></div>