He watched as she stepped away and clutched to herself in his wake.  It was painful indeed.  Unable to bear it, Motto closed his eyes and was about to tear his heart from his own chest when he heard Genevieve speak,<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I..."</span><br/><br/>He opened his eyes and dared to look.  She was still afraid.  Of him.  He frigh---the King’s mouth fell open as the maiden moved closer and did place her hand upon him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My Lord.  I will always be there, should you need me "I have no objections."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“Nn..My Lady..” </span>He lowered himself to one knee and kept the hands that had somehow took hold of her waist as they were.<span style="color: #008040"> “I am a foul monster in word and deed.  I have taken you for my own and cause you to tremble...I am drunk on your beauty.  I live by each word you give to me.. Your blush is more than I can stand.  I find even now myself...tense and ready to overpower my..own… ……..”</span><br/><br/>His speech was strained and Motto did what he could to fight the fury welling up at his instincts.  He would Master himself DAMMIT!!!  Breathing hard, he grit his teeth and tore his hands away.  He wanted to ball up his fists and turn his head away, but they wouldn’t obey.<br/><br/><span style="color: #008040">“Run.  Go.  Get away from me.” </span>He growled.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/JxzuHJo.jpg">[ img ]</a>