<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 looked up when of the servants he had sent out returned and walked up to him. He seemed not the least bit embarrassed to find a girl sitting on his lord's lap. Leon's brow cocked up when he listened to the words the servant had whispered in his ears. He turned to Danielle with an amused smile around his lips and his words were silent, intended for her ears only.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"You brought Sir Alexander along to have an eye on you? Should I feel honored now that you expect me to be so bad or disappointed about your lack of trust?"</span><br/><br/>The reaction of Danielle told him immediately that Sir Alexander had followed her on his own. She was furious, wanted to shout something, but Leon put a hand quickly on her mouth, muffling the angry words.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Shhhh. We get rid of him, maybe for a long time. But you have to play along with me. I promise you that I will not ruffle your feathers, Danielle. I don't want to have to kill your father, because he asks for satisfaction. Will you play along?"</span><br/><br/>The girl looked warily in his eyes, but in the end her hate for Sir Alexander's snooping was stronger than her fear of whatever Leon may have planned. And maybe she even trusted his word a little, which would be silly. Leon opened the top three buttons on her breast, exposing the top of her breast. Then his hand moved under the hem of the long skirt and moved up her leg. He could feel Danielle getting stiff and trying to get away from him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Shh, you are completely safe, Danielle. I will do nothing, we just play a charade for Alexander, that's all.”</span> Turning to the servant, he gave him the proper order. <span style="color: #FF8000">"Lead Sir Alexander in my tent, in let's say two minutes. And make sure that Lady Danielle and I both request it."</span><br/><br/>The servant scurried off and Leon pulled Danielle against his chest, his lips finding hers for a kiss. The girl was totally stiff and her breast was heaving in panic, but Leon was absolutely tender and after half a minute she gave in into the kiss, responding it. Leon knew immediately that she had no experience in it, but they had more than a minute to improve her skills. And once his tongue went in her mouth, her skills improved quickly. Leon started to move his hand over her leg, to the inner side of her thighs and Danielle's kisses got hotter. Now, now, what should he make out of that? His free hand wrapped around his back until he had the soft round of her breast under his fingers. He started to move them and Danielle's arms wrapped around his neck and her lips were practically glued on his. She was panting hard now and he could feel how she moved on his lap in anticipation.<br/><br/>Leon heard the flap of the tent open and then the slight cough of the servant.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Sir Alexander, mylord..."</span><br/><br/>Leon broke the kiss, not without some disappointed groan of Danielle and looked to the entrance. Sir Alexander's face was beet-red and he glared at Danielle with something Leon couldn't decipher.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>“Sir Alexander, I am deeply disappointed. Didn't your father teach you to respect the privacy of other people? Or are you some blabbermouth who likes to spread rumors and lies about nobles? Well, as you see the young Lady Danielle and myself are busy with each other and we would like to have this tent for ourselves. Which includes that we don't like to be listened on. If my servants return once more telling me that your perked ears are still hanging around this tent, I will cut them off. Are we clear with that?” </span><br/><br/>Danielle had turned her heated face to Sir Alexander too and her eyes were shooting arrows, while her tongue licked her swollen lip.</div>