<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">House of D'Aries</span><br/><span style="font-size: 130%; line-height: 116%;">Castle Asture</span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/4d346bf9-c817-405c-b853-1d680fc1dba7_zps5271719f.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #0080FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Lord Alexander D'Aries</span></span></div><br/><br/>Lord Alexander had been making his way back from the taverns. He had sat down and had a few drinks to clear his head. He had come to the conclusion that Danielle was sick, but he doubted that her father would listen if he approached him. He had informed Adelaide and Amena of the possibility of her being a danger to them, but that was less out of the kindness of his heart and more because he had been angry. Now that he was calm, he did not regret it, but he wished he had done it for more noble reasons than petty revenge. Danielle needed some sort of help, her mind was sick and it was obvious with the way she had thrown herself into Leon's arms. Leon, Alexander felt, was far more dastardly than he could ever hope to be--not that he wished to be.<br/><br/>As he lost himself to his thoughts, he had not seen a woman walk in front of him and thus had stumbled into her, knocking her to the ground. He had hardly been effected by the impact, but the woman on the ground clearly had been. She seemed surprised and dazed for a moment and he rushed to help her up.<span style="color: #0080FF">"My Lady! My apologies, I was not paying attention to where I was going---are you alright?"</span>he asked, helping her to her feet once more. He did seem rather apologetic, if not a bit embarrassed. He had never been so lost in his thoughts before.<br/><br/>Once the woman was standing again, he was able to fully look at her. She was a goddess, if he ever saw one...and it looked as if she wore the traditional clothes of Southeastern Europe, but the only woman who could possibly be this young and wearing those clothes would be,<span style="color: #0080FF">"...Lady Marina?"</span>he asked, shocked. She had grown into quite the woman, then again he hadn't seen her for many years, so of course she would have grown into a woman. They hardly knew each other except in name.<span style="color: #0080FF">"I had not expected to see you here," </span>he said, though not unkindly.<span style="color: #0080FF"> "I see you've taken up the garb of your mother's homeland. It suits you well, m'lady...."</span>he complimented, unable to stop the words from leaving his mouth.