Hector  received the panicked and flush Lady Genevieve with a fair bit of astonishment.  The poor maiden was terrified. Hearing her anxious plea, the old man looked up to see the glowing eyes of his young King.  This was bound to happen sooner or later.  Hector was both relieved and slightly heartbroken.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Do whatever it is that you do to tame me.” </span>Motto’s voice shook.  He was a terrible sight to behold with swirling petals in his wake and tiny veins of blinding gold light creeping up his neck and cheek.  His eyes had been replaced by the same unnatural glow and the air slightly rippled around his hands.<br/><br/>Several guards had arrived, as well a pair of knights and the General.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Do it.  Now.  She is in danger.”</span><br/><br/>Hector placed a withered atop Lady Genevieve's.  “Is she, Sire?  I disagree.”<br/><br/>Motto stopped in his tracks and gaped at his attendant.<span style="color: #00BF00">“Obey me at once!”</span><br/><br/>Hector sighed, his tone was gentle.  “You are not a danger to your Lady, Sire.  It is time for you to deal this on your own.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“.........” </span>The young King lowered his head and closed his eyes.  His skin flooded with bright color and nothing could be seen of Motto aside from a burning light.  The guards backed away with weapons raised and one knight hurried towards the Princess in order to defend her.  The valiant man took position on front of Genevieve with his sword unsheathed and a dagger held discreetly behind him for the Lady to take.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Genevieve.”</span>Motto no longer held any glow whatsoever.  The flower petals still spun in an unnatural arc behind him.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “I beg your forgiveness.  I..Please do not fear me.  I am still your ..Motto.”  </span><br/><br/>The knight lowered his blade and glanced back at the Princess.