He laughed a little and let her push him away.  Ah her little hands upon his chest!  He wanted more!  A few more greedy kisses and she said his name.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Motto, please! I'm terribly hungry!" </span><br/><br/>It snapped Eleanor out of her petrification.  Should she ring a bell?  But that would only bring the guards!  Oh how to tame a love-sick King?  Eleanor mustered up all of her motherly strength and was about to speak when he visibly melted.  The look of pure amour on Her Majesty’s face was enough to hold her tongue.<br/><br/>It took much of his strength to take to his chair, but Motto was glad he did it.  It was important to control himself.  He couldn’t understand how people managed so well!  He was nearly drooling for the Princess and his body was crying out for her touch.  Motto secretly wished to steal her away to the wood and live there with her alone.  Of course the moment he imagined leaving his people without a King, Motto knew he could not.  It would be bliss to rule with her by his side if only he could endure his<span style="font-style: italic">want</span>.<br/><br/>And then she was in his lap.  Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her.  Motto felt his eyes grow bright and every cell in his body flick into an unhindered state. He would master himself here and now, dammit.  He would keep control.  He would be proper!<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I think.."</span>Motto felt little fingers walking up his chest and a sudden warmth by his ear.<span style="font-style: italic"> "I'm going to feed you this morning, my King." </span><br/><br/>Eleanor’s hands fluttered to her mouth.  The King seemed to have forgotten himself entirely.  He was panting for heaven’s sake!  The scene was truly more than the seasoned attendant could handle but what was to be done about it?  Was she to flee from the room and allow the Princess to be … IT WOULD NOT BE SO!  Eleanor bristled and got to her feet only to nearly fall back into her chair upon hearing Motto groan Her Ladyship’s name.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Genevieve..I am undeserving ...but I shall….nNNnnnn Genevieve…” </span>Ah she put cake on his bottom most lip!  He was losing control.  Sweat was gathering in his arms and back, his hands were shaking.  Her noticed her shape as the Princess stretched to cut meat and Motto felt himself quake.  The morning air was a bit cold and she was so womanly..his legs parted a little without permission and Motto shuddered.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You know, a King such as yourself must be sure to eat a hearty breakfast.  It's the best start to any morning, and is a great way to shake off the fatigue of a restless night.  Or prepare for a day of arduous activity."</span><br/><br/>Motto’s eyes flashed with bright gold light and a draft caused Lady Genevieve’s hair to blow about.  Eleanor couldn’t be sure but was His Majesty’s hand inside Her Ladyship’s ROBE?  She practically choked with shock.<br/><br/>"Your Majesty, My Lady has a fitting with the royal tailor for her wedding dress this morning and it simply would not do for her to be late."<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“Wedding dress...yes yes I see.” </span>Motto’s eyes were on Genevieve’s lips.<span style="color: #00BF40">  “A bride.  My bride.  My beautiful bride.” </span>He looked tenderly up into his dear Genevieve’s eyes.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I must go but I do not want to.”</span>He let his hand quietly slip down from where he had rested it on her naked hip and slowly rose, easing the Princess onto her feet.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “My Lady, this meal has far surpassed all others in my entire life.  I ...MUST GO!” </span>Covering his mouth, the King nearly crashed into table in his haste and bumped into a poor linen maid on his way out the door.<br/><br/>Once inside his own chamber, Motto took hold of the mantelpiece with both hands and let his head hang down.  He was sweating and trembling.  A powerful wave of bliss rose up and he gave in.    Twice he wished to dash to her chamber and claim Lady Genevieve and twice Motto fought down the crazed want.