<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BFBF00"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Hector Karembeux</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The son 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/6bbbeb79-fa04-4652-b13f-3d557c14a060_zps5c5dbdf8.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Hector was more than pleasantly surprised when Iris told him that she liked him a lot. Ok, he had hoped for it, as they had been quite lost into each other's eyes yesterday, but still feeling and hearing were two different things. And out of her mouth it sounded fantastic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Well, I never wanted to cause Martine any harm too. It came over me, before I even realised what I was doing. I hope you never run away from me, if anything like that happens with us too. I really don't want to harm anyone but how can you control something you are not aware of?"</span><br/> <br/>When she mentioned their horses he frowned. His stallion could be really a trouble-maker, if he wanted to impress Sapphire then he would have some hard time to keep it under control.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Oh my, I hope he has given up on Sapphire, if she showed him the cold shoulder all night long. But if he wants to show her what a wonderful stallion he is, then it may happen that you find me on the ground and him running off after Sapphire. He is a strong horse, a good warhorse, but hardly to tame if he follows his own thick-head."</span><br/><br/>Hector was a little bit delighted that he wore no armor today. Falling onto hard iron was always hurting like hell. They entered the stables and walked over to their horses.</div>