<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/>Alexander thought Marina was rather cute as she yawned.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Trust me Marina, I am glad to have bumped into you as well. You've lifted my spirits quite a bit. Sleep well, m'lady," </span>Alexander said. He brushed back her hair, then kissed her hand tenderly. "Good night," and with that, Marina closed her door and he turned heel to head for his own bed.<br/><br/>It had been a long day and not a particularly good one, but Marina had helped ease the pain he had earlier and she had soothed his anger. While he cared for Danielle, Marina helped him realize that Danielle was not worth the pain or effort, especially when she clearly was so unwell. He was sure the Aeides had something to do with it, but he was not going to fight them about it. He would just have to move on, and if Danielle wanted him, well she would find him. Otherwise, it was time to cut his losses. He was saddened by that thought, but what else could be done? He was not one to force a lady to be where she didn't want to and he never would be.<br/><br/>He made his way towards his sleeping quarters, passing by a tavern that looked as if it had gone through a brawl. He wouldn't be surprised if it did, as fights often happened during this time in the evening. It looked like the barkeep was cleaning up, while the guards were clearing the crowds. He shook his head. Erathians were sometimes far too brutal. When he finally made it to his quarters, he opened his door, locking it behind him and sagged some. He was far more exhausted than he believed. With some effort, he changed into clothes to sleep in and collapsed onto the bed in a heap, his last thought being of Lady Marina.