The way her skirts moved was especially pretty.  Her little shoulders, her wrists, Princess Genevieve’s nimble fingers and perfect jaw.  Motto was entranced much to the delight of a certain General.  As the King and his Bride-to-be road off in the carriage, General Shino turned and strode briskly to his desk where parchment lay waiting.<br/><br/>Motto seated himself in order to face the Princess better while still remaining close.  He wanted to properly adore her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So...you've never had <span style="font-weight: bold">any</span> suitors before now?" </span><br/><br/>The King blushed at seeing the Lady blush.  This was awkward conversation indeed, but it would be necessary seeing how she was to be his bride.    Intimacy with a woman was something Motto had privately feared for years, not even his parents knew of the terrible incident with the gypsies.  But there was something greater than that to discuss.  Something that would possibly affect her Ladyship’s health..although his father had never shown any signs of illness, Motto couldn’t be certain Genevieve was without risk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Well..no.  I was working hard to keep Gilthlore as it is..”</span>He squirmed a little, Motto would not trouble her with too many unpleasant details.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I fought in many battles and well..I am a terrible dancer.  I avoid balls whenever possible.”</span>He laughed as he shrugged his shoulders.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I injured a Duchess and several Lords once.  It was awful!  Ha haha!  The Duchess is fine now, but Lord Stithe has a limp.”</span><br/><br/>He sighed.<span style="color: #00BF40">“May I ..hold your hand, My Lady?” </span>He would place his atop hers and gently lift it to place his other hand beneath hers before pulling his topmost hand away; slowly.  His fingertips would trail along Genevieve’s wrist all the way to her delicate fingers.  He would sway ever so slightly with the overwhelming want coursing through his body for her as a result.  Lady Genevieve was an angel.  A sweet delight of all things known.