Just as he was teetering on the edge of sorrow, Motto felt the Princess touch him.  A soft  sound of surprise lifted from his throat as Lady Genevieve's hands did slide upward.  The young King’s eyes widened as the beautiful woman stepped closer whilst breathing his name.  A dream of his had begun this way once.<span style="color: #00BF00">“Y-yes..my La--dy..”</span>Her fingers caressed his hair and Motto visibly melted.  His features did reflect his swooning.  “<span style="font-style: italic">So very tired...I don't think I can make it the rest of the way.."  </span>Motto’s thoughts could be easily seen as his expression shifted to a determined and serious blush.  He would help her!<span style="font-style: italic"> “Could...you carry me?" </span>Motto’s body twitched with manly preparation at the thought.  His thoughts were unfolding rapidly; his quiet groan of pleasure extended the intimate moment.  Nothing could prepare him for Genevieve’s next words.  A slight biting of his lip, he bent his knees and began to gently guide the Princess into his hold when he froze.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "To your chambers?"</span><br/><br/>It was as if a blade of exquisite pleasure had run him through.    Brown eyes sought sea-foam green ones for confirmation.  He’d heard correctly.  His body was already moving into action  in fact!  King Motto processed the thrilling aspect while his arms lifted the Princess close to himself and his legs strode …..rather quickly.  Motto didn’t understand why Lady Genevieve would still wish to be in his company but he was far too enamored to question it.  He was running.    Flower petals flurried in his wake, the skirts of tired maids whooshed and torch lights were nearly extinguished as the King rushed with his bride to their chamber.  He would bed her this night.<br/><br/>Her soft flesh would be his to kiss and touch.. to gaze upon.  Her pretty neck..her other..places..a powerful moment of physical joy caused the King to misjudge a corner and he stumbled after slamming his shoulder.  A wall rushed up to meet him and the next thing Motto knew he was leaning into the Princess and panting into her bosom.  The scent of her held him and the hint of Genevieve’s supple body drew him yet closer.  His mouth did dip and taste the sweetness of her neckline while a hand moved to hold another place.