His arms around her were a comfort. She felt safe, despite the display they had all just witnessed. Whatever had happened changed Motto. Only...it hadn't, as well. He felt different to Genevieve, felt energized, but his arms, his hands, were familiar. They were still the hands that had held her the night before. She wanted his arms around her forever.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Yes, My Lady. Come with me."</span><br/><br/>Genevieve took Motto's offered arm, leaning heaving upon him. Her knees were still very weak. She was in a kind of shock still. But Motto's words cut through her mind.<span style="font-style: italic">Bride. His bride.</span>Genevieve's heart swelled. She<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>his bride. And they were to be married. In four days. But, what of Motto's condition? Genevieve harbored worry in her light eyes. How long did she have with him? Genevieve scolded herself for being selfish. However long she had would be enough, surely. She would make the most of it.<br/><br/>Genevieve had been so lost in her thoughts and worries that she hadn't noticed the trailing flower petals. They rustled gently in the air. It was a beautiful, relaxing sound. Genevieve almost laughed, however, at Motto's embarrassed look. He was so kind and gentle. His blush suited him. To think she had started her engagement opposing him, for absolutely no reason! Oh, but if she had only tried to get along with him sooner. Would things be different?