<span style="font-style: italic">"Motto, please.." </span><br/><br/>A weak grunt escaped as Motto heard and felt her feminine want.<span style="color: #00BF40">“Yes, my Lady.”</span>Rather than fear, the King felt glad and quite confident.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Motto?" </span><br/><br/>He woke to her fairy-like touch upon his chest.  It was a holy sensation, far above his experience with pleasure.  And her kiss.  Was it not a thousand times sweeter than before?   The moment her lips prepared to finish, Motto hummed a plea to continue.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I think we may give Elenore a heart attack if she finds us together." </span><br/><br/>He rose up straight away.<br/><br/>six minutes later Hector opened his door to find the King standing there breathless.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Hector.  I made love to her!”</span>The old man opened his door wider and Motto dashed inside.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I know we are not yet married and my father would be disapp-”</span><br/><br/>“Your father did the same thing.”  Hector sighed in amusement.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“HE DID?”</span><br/><br/>“Yes, they were quite in love when she first arrived.  He had gone missing after a ride.  He too enjoyed the forests with his horse.  On that particular occasion he returned with a beautiful maiden who he married a full month later.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Genevieve’s breasts are utterly perfect.”</span>Motto admitted, his voice heavy with fatigue.<br/><br/>“....I am happy for you, Sire.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Can I sleep with you?”</span><br/><br/>“Certainly not.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“But I’m lonely!” </span>Motto did not wish to sleep without her.  Hector would have to do for now.<br/><br/>“Sire.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Yes?”</span><br/><br/>“No.”  The King was guided out and the door shut.<br/><br/>Motto woke late and raced to the kitchen before his servants could stop him.  He begged for pastries and meat as he looked around and grabbed the nearest bowl.  The King insisted on hurrying and nearly dropped his gatherings while running through the corridors with a lame bowl full of cake and meat.  Eleanor looked up to see her Lord barreling towards her and gasped.  Motto hollered something about coffee and tea please to Her Ladyship’s chambers.  A moment later, he stood breathing at Genevieve’s door.  He had overslept and missed breakfast with her!  Of course he didn’t know it for certain, but it was very likely considering the time.  He calmed himself and knocked.    If the Princess was within, he would greet her Lady’s Maid with an awkward bow while holding the ridiculous bowl.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“I wish to enter and speak with Lady Genevieve please.”</span><br/><br/>His plan was to apologize and perhaps share a little meal with her.