Tears began to pour out and the pain was a burning one in his heart.  Motto clutched his chest and let his head drop.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00BF40">‘No.’</span></span><br/><br/>The young King closed his eyes and rallied.  He would be strong dammit.  He would be a strong King for them all.  Things were to be repaired.  He would make right all the wrongs and lift spirits again.  Gilthlore would have a beautiful and happy Queen.  His Kingdom would not be bullied.<br/><br/>He wiped at his eyes and directed the horse to make back for the castle.  Motto was about to spur the steed when he stopped.  His face was wet again.  Confused, he looked down to see a heavy dripping upon his trousers and realized that heavy tears were spilling.  Odd.  Motto shook them off and raced back to the castle.   To his annoyance they continued the entire way.  The servant noticed them as King Motto handed the horse off.  Entering the castle’s private door he took a moment to dry his eyes.  As if to mock him, his eyes did continue to flow with fat tears.  Was this a bodily ailment of some...kind?  Surely he could control his sorrow more than this.  Motto opted to ignore the strange thoughts and fixed his gaze upon mirror.  His hair was untidy and his clothes mussed.  It would do that he start behaving as a strong King.   Lady Genevieve deserved a proper husband.  Motto straightened his shirt and fastened his coat.  The hair...he would leave as it was.  Any attempt on his part was surely disastrous..<br/><br/>With shoulders back and chin up, the Yong King left the quiet little room and strode past many servants, a few visiting nobles, and even Hector until he stood in front of Lady Genevieve’s chambers.  It happened that her two Fadolthian handmaidens had arrived at that same moment.  Lavern and Mildred.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“I shall speak with the Princess alone.  Depart.” </span>His gaze was upon the door entirely until the pair began to make leave.  Motto pointed at Mildred with a strange expression on his face.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I must speak with you another time.” </span>What Mildred’s reaction was he knew not, his peculiar tears had been dripping continuously.  It would not do to let himself be seen in such a state.  He had already opened Genevieve’s chamber door and entered.  Motto let the door close behind him and stood in the most proper form he knew before speaking.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“My Lady I’ve come to….” </span><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Her foot. </span></span>Bandaged and upon the bed.  She had been wounded.  Feelings choked the King.  His face reflected tremendous sorrow, and his movements were unsteady.  Motto ended up on his knees at the foot of Her Ladyship’s bed and holding her delicate injury.  A whispered question about her wound began but was again cut short.  His chin twitched<span style="color: #00BF40">.  “Please.. please ...have me.”</span>He buried his face in her skirt and held her foot close to himself.  Motto was weeping.<span style="color: #00BF40">“I will give you everything..You are the most perfect creature I have ever known..I am unworthy...I beg of you to remain here as … Queen..I will … I ...have nothing to offer in return..only my strength.  I …….made a foul mistake..I’m a very stupid king but… please have me.  I will ..make ..take measures..to better rule...Genevieve I love you.  I love you!  Please forgive me!”</span>