“My Lady..”  Hector held a door open for her and Motto nodded to him.  He liked that his servant was treating her with genuine esteem..Motto could tell Hector cared about Genevieve and it meant the world to him.<br/><br/>Motto entered into the private parlor and seated himself on the small couch there.  It was a cozy little room situated where only a few servants were allowed to go.    The young King pulled the Princess quite close to himself and slipped his arms around her to hold her.  An intimate setting to be sure, one that an unfettered old man would greet with tired eyes.<br/><br/>Hector sat down wearily and asked in a gentle tone, “My Lady, King Motto is the son of a Goddess.”  He smiled and clasped his hands.  “That is to say..as far as I can tell.”<br/><br/>He watched her carefully.  Hector had his guesses as to what might happen to Lady Genevieve as a result of the romantic affections of the young King.    Thankfully, she seemed safe from any immediate danger of health.  Her Ladyship’s heart on the other hand, was in a pitiable state and it was painful to look upon.<br/><br/>“It was never clear how he would … come to be.  It was never our intention to deceive you.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #008000">“Hector..has knowledge of things..even I do not know.”  </span>Motto’s color burned but he was glad to admit his secret.<span style="color: #008000"> “There are things he will most likely tell you...My Lady, that I must never know.”</span>