Hearing Her Ladyship's willingness to look over the sample portraits was a relief.  King Motto relaxed and let his gaze linger.  Something was amiss?  Her smile was a different one now.  Was she enduring him?  Was she still unwell?  Perhaps she should be resting and had only come to dine because he had commanded it.  Ah he was thoughtless indeed!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My Lord?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">"Yes, My Lady." </span>he was eager to grant her leave or whatever she asked.  He would be a good husband to the fine Lady, and it would do to perfect his attentiveness before then.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "....But, if my observations are correct, you have me wearing your country's colors. Although I am unsure of the reasoning behind having to wear a blue ribbon in my hair."</span><br/><br/>Blinking, the young King felt himself coloring.  As he was yet searching for words, his bride-to-be continued.  .<span style="font-style: italic">"...I will wear what you have asked on the condition that you wear red and gold."</span><br/><br/>Motto's eyes widened a little but only for a moment.  He regained his composure and hardened it slightly while listening.  She felt the same as he, this was clear enough.  Motto hadn't considered donning her kingdom's colors for his own people, and wondered at it's possible outcomes.  He had no wish to reject Lady Genevieve's request, but it had come as a shock.  Her voice was soft and her words mild; touching his heart.  He sensed the ears of his servants were all waiting for an answer as well as His Lady and took a small pause to steady his voice.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://66.media.tumblr.com/b4190c5cb37c96c0008266eb042f4556/tumblr_inline_pg92oyQcP21trff3p_540.gif">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">"Let us make new colors, My Lady.  Our own...that represent our two kingdoms..as one.  I desire to match your gown at all times from this day forth.  Whatever colors you choose so too shall mine be."</span>It was the habit of his mother to follow his father's dress, and Motto wished to continue the tradition.  The servants comprehended as much and had their own variety of feelings on the matter; some smiled while others did not.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">"How like you this, My Lady?"</span>He had sat up straighter and put on his best kingly manner but Motto's voice was uncertain.