<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 grinned when Iris spoke about her brother probably showing up sooner or later. If Iris had told the truth it was inevitable. Big brother couldn’t give his lil’ sister any room to breathe. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Well, if he does, then he better be willing to play. We are pretty well capable to defend ourselves and we don’t need his magnanimous highness Sir Abel Delecroix to ride herd on you. Pah, he shall dare to show his face here…”</span><br/><br/>Martine gave a mischieveous grin and then bit her lip when Sir Abel appeared out of nowhere in front of them bowing. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“Ah, Iris – I see you’ve made some friends. I’m glad…I do hope I am not intruding…”</span><br/><br/>Martine shrugged her shoulders to Iris. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Tja, he dares…”</span>, turning to Sir Abel her blue eyes fixed on his. <span style="color: #FF8000">“You are, actually. This is a ladies only meeting here, we were just starting to discuss how we could get rid of overprotective brothers or brothers full of hate. So far we have not come up with a solution, but we are working hard on it. Your appearance here is kind of expected and still surprising. Shouldn’t you prepare for your first fight, Sir Abel?”</span><br/><br/>Martine saw Iris blush deep-red and Marina fighting a snicker. Her eyes were still on his face, a mocking smile playing around her lips. She had managed already to make Sir Yakari feel uncomfortable around her, why shouldn’t she manage the same with Sir Abel? He was far too stiff in his attitude, but not really bad looking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">“I have a gift for you…”<br/></span><br/>Martine turned to Marina with a sad expression in her face. She had always known how to use her expressions to play games. One would say she was a talented actor, but thruth was that she simply had a very expressive face. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">“Well, Lady Marina, what is wrong with those nobles nowadays? First he is bold enough to walk up to three lovely ladies and then he ruins it all, by offering a gift only to one of them – which happens to be his own sister. Lord Abel Delecroix, with that kind of actions you will never win the hearts of us two…and the one of your sister you have already…that’s a waste of resources.”</span>  She had turned back to Sir Abel, when Marina started to snicker and Iris’ blush deepened. <span style="color: #FF8000">“Now, what is it? Don’t make it so thrilling…” </span></div>