<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 absolutely surprised by her answer. It was a damn good answer, it was one that showed him that she would be the one he wanted at his side and his answer was simple...he kissed her. Long, lovingly, full of emotions. A kiss like a novel, painting pictures of a happy future with kids and grandkids and...well he was happy with the grandkids. A kiss that already told her what his next answer would be, but he said it anyway after he finally broke the kiss.  <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I have no more questions, Milady. And the jury has already found a verdict. You should be sentenced to a lifelong, fulltime, all around protection by someone who believes that there is no better person around...someone like your brother....ahem....like me of course."<br/></span><br/>Hector had indeed no more questions. With this last answer all his fears and all his unsureness was gone. He would not back out of this arrangement. He just hoped she would not back out too...</div>