Just before the carriage lurched forward, Motto’s men took hold of the royal carriage top and lifted before moving the rooftop away completely.  The cool morning air would whirl in to greet Lady Genevieve and she was soon bathed in light.  The King’s mouth opened but he said nothing as he observed the way her bodice made the sunlight dance.  The carriage, now halved offered an easy view of the royal pair and it’s wheels began to turn as the horses did pull.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "You look good."</span><br/><br/>His coat was already choking him.  He had not been so hot and stuffy in the castle.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "Gold suits you. It goes beautifully with your complexion."</span><br/><br/>King Motto swallowed in an effort to control his face.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"How was your morning?"</span><br/><br/>His morning had been filled with anxiety, shock, fury, embarrassment, and sacrifice.<span style="color: #00FF40">“I am quite well.” </span>Motto was a terrible liar.  He tugged on his collar and noticed her dress was almost touching his leg.<span style="color: #00FF40">“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  GILTHLORE.  Gilthlore...will..see..as their Queen.  Yes.  You are their beautiful Queen.  WILL BE their beautiful Queen.  When we marry.”</span>He was sweating.  Motto cleared his throat and looked to the castle’s outer walls.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“They await you, My Lady.”</span><br/><br/>There were fluttering flags or blue and ivory and waving people atop the wall and all around the gate.  Trumpets announced the soon to be couple’s approach and cheering began.  Flower petals  snowed down as the carriage passed and Motto felt his heart become light and his coat comfortable again.  This was a happy day indeed.  The guards raised their shining swords and children danced.  Older peasants waved and smiled while the knights swiftly rode their bedecked horses past in a flashy show of skill.  Cymbals clashed startling one of the horses for a moment and the carriage sped up abruptly.  The King’s hand flashed out to steady Lady Genevieve but was slow to move away.  Their attentions would turn as they traveled down a steep hill lined with flags and people.    All of them bowing as the carriage passed by.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Do not worry, we shall take more time once we reach the castlevillage.”</span>Motto said in a low voice.