<span style="color: #00FF40">“You are most welcome, My Lady.”</span>he murmured, his expression distracted.  Another quiet moment passed and Motto began to talk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Lady Genevieve, you seem concerned about how I might treat you...publicly and privately.  I must confess I am inexperienced with marital matters such as that, and have only my instincts to rely on.    I see no distinction between public and private..I will be your husband always.  I shall also be your King...ah!”</span>He paused in his walk and snapped his fingers before looking to the Lady.<span style="color: #00FF40">“I believe I am beginning to understand!  You fear that I would command you in all things and have no ..no…”</span>His features twisted while recalling the word,<span style="color: #00FF40"> “..tenderness!  I see!  Yes! And that would also explain the hostility!”</span>He was grinning wide; a strange contrast to the topic at hand to say the least.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “You have been mistreated as such before!” </span>The smiled faded.  She truly<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">had</span></span>been wounded.<br/><br/>He was at a loss for words and resumed their stroll.  It was a poor subject to discuss having only met the Lady Genevieve that afternoon.  Women’s hearts were delicate places and were to be treated with a special dignity; one that he was sorely lacking at the moment.