<span style="color: #00FF40">“I trust my advisers.” </span>King Motto was firm and kept his eyes directed forward and away from the Lady.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “No matter how much time and thought I might put into the perfect Queen, I cannot control every element and possible outcome.  I do what I can each day, my Lady.  That is all I know how to do.”</span>A light sensation at his arm made Motto look down to see her gloved hand and he quaked internally.  If Lady Genevieve was the sort to worry much of the time, it was likely he would have to set aside some of his duties to tend to her with more care.  He hadn’t considered such a scenario, but it was one of many things he wouldn’t have been able to factor in ahead of time.  Motto was at peace with the arrangement for the most part.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“You are only lacking in propriety as far as I can tell, my Lady, and that is easily fixed.  I’m confident that you shall make a splendid Queen.  You are aware the wedding is in ten days, are you not?”   </span>There would be much to do before then, but he could fit time in to train the Lady in royal manners.  With an easy heart, King Motto looked to her and let his eyes wander for a moment.  Her hair was too lovely for him to understand, but her pale skin and beautiful gown were fearsome in their power over him.  It felt as if chains were winding their way around his eyes and mind..among other things, and drawing him into a tight bind.  Motto found himself disliking the weakness he felt but strangely compelled to ignore it; a confusing dilemma and one he would talk to Hector about as soon as possible.