<span style="font-style: italic">"You're majesty."</span><br/><br/>Motto blinked but did not move.  He was agitated and waiting for Sir Pike’s attack.  Her soft touch was noted but it was crucial to protect her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Let's go home." </span><br/><br/>The King’s eyes widened and some of the firey glow lessened within them.  He remained tensed and ready to face off against his Captain however, it was not within his ability to snap out of his mindset.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Please?"</span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/wVlIiXk.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>At this, Motto weakened noticeably; Sir Pike reacted with astonishment.  He knew the King’s conditions and limitations but this was new.<span style="color: #00BF40">“My Lady..” </span>Motto slowly stood up taller and eased his voice but he would not take his eyes off Sir Pike who stood there with a grim expression.<span style="color: #00BF40">“We shall.  Sir Pike.  Step aside.”</span><br/><br/>“I will not Sire.”  The knight relaxed and spoke with regret.  “You will only ride further away with the Princess.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“You intend to take her?”</span><br/><br/>Motto’s eyes flashed bright and furious.<br/><br/>“My Lord..”  Sir Pike took a knee and bowed his head.  “I live to serve you.  Allow me to safely return Her Ladyship to your castle.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“My Lady requires warmth.” </span>Motto replied, seething with anger.<span style="color: #00BF40">  “<span style="font-weight: bold">My</span> warmth. <span style="font-style: italic"> You will not touch her</span>.”</span>He bent low and a strong wind suddenly came upon them; rushing outward in great force from the young King.  He was about to launch himself at the knight when everything stopped.  The tension in the air dispelled instantly and the air was still.  Lady Genevieve would see Motto’s body slacken as his knees bent and touched the ground.  A look of pure serenity was on his face but most profound was his eyes.  A burning pale blue light radiated from them, obscuring the finer details with a brightness that was like the sun itself.  He remained silent and motionless as Hector approached on horseback; a stone held out in his extended hand.<br/><br/>“Sire this will not do.”  Hector said softly.  Sir Pike was still bowing with his head down, the sight was one he had seen before.  “You must calm down and be reasonable.”<br/><br/>Motto did not respond.  It seemed as though he was utterly captivated with the stone in Hector’s hand.<br/><br/>“He will not harm anyone now.”  Hector sighed, his words meant for Lady Genevieve but his eyes were downcast.  “It is best we return.  My Lady..”  The old man dismounted and led the horse to his future Queen.  “This is … an unfortunate circumstance but it is clear he cares for you deeply.  Please allow us to see you safely back.  His majesty is safe and well.  Walking will do him good and it is how he is accustomed to ...recovering from his bouts.”