Motto was waving to the farmers on a distant hill when he became aware of Lady Genevieve’s closeness.  He turned and stared helpless at her.  Her fine hair..it was beyond his understanding and his composure suffered.  The general noise died down a little as Lady Genevieve placed the ribboned flowers on the King.  There was no doubt in anyone’s mind (even the smallest child’s) that it was an intimate moment they beheld.  Motto’s eyes never left her face and hair..his heartbeat was thick with admiration for the Lady.  And awe.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Thank you for representing Faldothia, but Gilthlore has the right to be here,"</span><br/><br/>His body reached new levels of bliss upon her touch to his chest.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Your people are so...happy to see you."</span><br/><br/>Nay, they were pleased for Her.  Who could not be so?<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "After the wedding, are we going to tour the countryside? I think I would like meet more of your people. Back home, my father sent me all across Faldothia as his embassador. I know Gilthlore is much larger, but I would like to try, if it can be arranged."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“My Lady.”  </span>It was more of a groan than a proper remark.  Motto sat up taller and took her hand quickly, oblivious that they were reaching the first of the castlevillage’s town centers.<span style="color: #00FF40">“You shall have anything you desire.  All you ask will be my utmost …”  </span>He was losing his mind.<span style="color: #00FF40">“...I am completely at your disposal..” </span>He was a fool.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “..Genevieve.”  </span>Her little hand.  Her wondrous eyes.  Her delightful voice.  She would have him as a husband and see his people?  Her people.  Everything was hers.  Oh to turn the carriage back to the castle and spend the day in the garden.  To ride with her close on Fang through the glade.  To be with her alone.<br/><br/>“Hail King Motto and Lady Genevieve!”<br/><br/>They had come to a stop and the carriage was surrounded by a happy people.<br/><br/>“Hail!  Hail!<br/><br/>“Our Queen is lovely!”<br/><br/>“Our Queen!  Our Queen!”<br/><br/>A child had climbed into the carriage and snuggled into Genevieve’s lap.