<span style="font-style: italic"> "Or we could read in the library?" </span><br/><br/>A light breeze somehow swept through the corridor, moving Lady Genevieve’s hair a little as well as her skirt.  There was a brief silence before the King’s hold on her gently changed and he lowered her feet to the floor.  Just as her shoes touched, she would hear him say with eerie calm,<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Her reputation?”</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/f6f65463f9be268d0497f0db9a780498/tumblr_inline_ph0pzvOjay1trff3p_540.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Another rush of air, this time more noticeable and enough to blow a vase of flowers over; Elenore and Hector paid little attention to the shattering glass however.  They both stood with a new expression fixed on their faces, something Lady Genevieve might guess to be apprehension.  Motto’s eyes had a faint glow in them, the golden hues much more evident in the pools of dark brown.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40"> “There are rumors in Gilthlore of My Lady’s reputation?”  </span><br/><br/>“No Sire,”  Hector’s voice was decidedly cheerful.  “In a few unfavorable places  Her Ladyship was placed by her Kingdom.  Suitors of various interests.”<br/><br/>The air quieted and Motto’s posture loosened a little.  He turned his face back to Genevieve’s and took her hand in both of his.<span style="color: #00FF40">  “I cannot express how ..happy I am that you will have me.” </span>Motto’s expression wavered into a pained one and he blinked rapidly.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “My Lady...  I should like to ..spend every hour with you this day.  And the next.    Let us...finish the painting.  Only if it pleases thee.”</span><br/><br/>He would hold her again.  He would wait for her kiss, her touch, her private company.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Command me, dear Lady.  I wish to do what pleases you most.”</span>