Motto stared dreamily upon the loveliest of all creatures on Earth while she appeared to speak tenderly with a child.  She.. Lady Genevieve..the most delicate of maidens and ...his happy haze came to a halt.  Lady Genevieve was rising to stand!  Motto helped her and remained at her side with his heart clamoring for that silvery hair.  Her Ladyship’s words were quite moving and many of the people’s faces beamed with admiration.<br/><br/>The cheering and love poured fourth as expected, only the King could feel his future Queen sway.  Quickly he place his arm around her and guided Genevieve to sit while nodding to his Captain of the guard.  It was known that Her Ladyship was still recovering from the journey.  While his men made ready a path for the carriage, the villagers struck up their instruments and began to play a merry tune.  They knew their time was through, and wished to send Her Ladyship off with music in her ears.  Motto did keep his hand upon her waist.<br/><br/>He felt strangely calm.   Strong.  For her.  The remainder of the journey he said nothing and simply kept close to the beauty and swooned at the every breeze that did blow her hair about.  Motto did not wish to leave the carriage at all.  It was with great regret that he removed his arm from where it fit so well and his fingers did tarry along the fabric of her gown.  Pretty things were fine indeed, but nothing so heavenly as Lady Geneveive’s milky skin and silver hair and enchanting eyes.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“I would eat, My Lady, if she wishes it.” </span>He glanced up in surprise at the stifled sounds from below.  Waiting to aid Lady Genevieve’s descent from the carriage was the footman looking quite amused.    Motto put the queer moment aside and continued.<span style="color: #00FF40">“Normally I have a hearty appetite, but lately I am finding my tastes somewhat changed.”</span>Another muffled burst of laughter.<span style="color: #00FF40">“My Lady, are you well enough for dining?  I am happy to postpone our meal if it pleases you.” </span>The footman was shaking.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “IS THERE SOMETHING THE MATTER?” </span>Motto narrowed his eyes.<br/><br/>“No, Sire!”<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/EUb1KQ0.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Good.”</span>