It was a delight that she accepted his arm and strode with him.  Her efforts to sit and speak as he had instructed were noticed and fluttered in his chest in a strange way.  The music was to her liking!  This day would be a pleasant one!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Do you have a favorite instrument, My Lord?" </span><br/><br/>Motto finished the mouthful of cheese in a hurried manner; he was eager to entertain the Lady.<span style="color: #00FF40"> "I favor the harp.  Heh."</span>Not knowing if he should say more, the young King's knee began to bounce and he picked up a spoon.  Realizing he had no need of a spoon, Motto set it down again and selected a knife.  A knife was better, was it not?  He chanced a look at her Ladyship again before readying himself to continue dining.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Are you alright, my Lord?" </span><br/><br/>The knife's purpose eluded him however, and the King set it down slowly.  He knew not what to do or say..what food to consume!<span style="color: #00FF40"> "I am well, My Lady."</span>His answer was a preoccupied one.  A drink then.  He moved his hand to the juice but decided that water was a better choice and wavered.  The awkward nature of his motion knocked over a glass and Motto tensed up.  The musicians stopped their playing and there was a brief pause before anyone reacted. The King had never spilled his drink before.  The music resumed while a servant cleaned the small mess with grace and Motto slowly released the napkin he had clenched tightly without being aware.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, he adjusted his posture and addressed Lady Genevieve,<span style="color: #00FF40">"There are several customary tasks for us in the next few days.  The viewing of course, and also a formal ball for the court.  A portrait will be in order and of course, a rehearsal or more if needed..for the wedding."</span>He nodded and frowned at his food.  Still no appetite, but that fever might return and he would do well to nourish himself and fend it off.  It would not do to fall ill at such an important time.  The King plucked up his fork and eyed his plate with determination.