<span style="font-style: italic">"I pray you slept well, Your Majesty." </span><br/><br/>He was utterly taken with Lady Genevieve.  She was beauty itself.  He could not bare to wait another HOUR let alone several days for her to be his wife.  Yet, his aching was numb in the wake of her loosened hair and moving lips.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I apologize if I overslept, your Majesty, but it seems you did as well."</span><br/><br/>His heart trembled at the ladylike laugh that followed.  Once he seated himself, Motto quickly moved to sit in the chair closer to Genevieve.  A particularly loud throat clearing made him glance up to see Eleanor casting a stern look.  It was enough to send him cowaring back to his chamber for a good part of the day….under normal circumstances.  He cleared his own throat loudly and returned his attention to the Princess instead.  He would sit where he damn well pleased.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“I did!  What happy news that we both did. Ha haha!  And yes!  These things seemed like a fine meal.  Shall I cut ...this?  My Lady?”</span>The King gestured toward the large hunk of meat with his fork.  It was far from presentable, but to Motto it was food like any other.  He liked how juicy it seemed!  Of course it wouldn’t do as a single serving and he privately wished to serve the Princess.  How sweet if he could be her footman and attendant also.  He envied them all.<br/><br/>His eyes traveled down to her neck and robe in a moment of lapsed propriety only to snap up to Lady Genevieve's face again.  Ah she was wholly perfect.  Her darling soft eyes, and curved cheek!  Her dainty neck and soft skin so white..her breasts were difficult to forget and yet impossible for Motto to fully capture in his mind and heart.  They were simply too lovely for him to think on but he yearned for them.  Her little waist and pretty legs.  Ah how he liked her knees and calves!<br/><br/>He nearly knocked his chair over as well as Genevieve’s with his sudden sweeping kiss.  A weak wanting sound stuttered from his throat much to Eleanor's horror.<br/><br/>“Y-YOUR MAJESTY?!”<br/><br/>He didn’t even hear her.  Motto’s arms wrapped around his Queen and held firmly her body as he begged with hungry kissing.