The tell tale swish of skirts and gentle click of heels made Motto turn.  So taken aback by the sight of Lady Genevieve  was he, that the King seemed to lose his balance for a half second.  Ivory was a stunning color for Her Ladyship, and the crimson gloves she wore owned his very soul.    She joined him and the room seemed hotter than it had a moment ago.    Her curtsy nearly destroyed King Motto; giving him an enchanting view of her perfect attributes.  Forcing himself not to tremble, Motto stood taller and nodded in his Kingly way at the compliment to his attire.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “It belonged to my Father.”</span>His voice was a bit huskier than intended.  Odd.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“You are ravenous.  Ahem-RATHER..appealing..FEELING!  You are..feeling rather… ...well?  My Lady?”</span>Motto cleared his throat and ignored the heat on his face.<span style="color: #00FF40">“Yes.  The dining room.”  </span><br/><br/>He lifted his arm and waited.<br/><br/>By God she was the most beautiful creature he had ever looked upon.