<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 snorted on Abel's comment about doing something else for right now and some of the people around them had noticed it too. She pulled her dagger out and waved it warning in front of his face, which caused some more snickers from the crowd.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I mean to say we could walk around and such!"</span><br/><br/>Martine thought that this explanation sounded not a lot better. He was trying to hide his embarrassment, but the chance to be a little bratty was too alluring. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"And such? You mean sinking down in the grass and hands sneaking under clothes? Or you mean walking to your room and losing our clothes? Or what do you mean with and such?"</span><br/><br/>Abel's eyes grew even wider and he was absolutely embarrassed now, especially as some of the onlookers already cheered for Martine to go on. But Martine had no intention to make him feel really bad. He had got a taste of her sharp tongue again and now he got a taste of her lips, when she gave him a soft kiss, pulling immediately away.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“No, and not such either. Come on, let's have your walk. I have no desire to see my father already...”</span><br/><br/>She pulled him away from the crowd and the last she heard was a comment from a man and it made her snicker.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"Oh man, he will be a dancing bear in her hands. She is looking so innocent but when it comes to her he is soft like wax..."</span></div>