<span style="font-style: italic"> "Thank you for escorting me to my chambers. I wish you a good night, Your Majesty."</span><br/><br/>Lady Genevieve’s departure came to a sudden halt as the King’s hand swiftly clamped onto her dainty arm.  His expression was grim and yet something of a smile appeared to be hiding within it.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/TvF8ujI.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Not a dog, my Lady, but a <span style="font-weight: bold">Queen</span>.”  </span><br/><br/>He pulled her back towards himself as he continued; ignoring any struggle she made.<span style="color: #00FF40">“Strong opinions are well and good...if put across in an honorable manner.</span>”  She was nearly pressed up against him now.  Motto’s voice was steady and without malice.<span style="color: #00FF40">“I’m sure you know that offended ears do not hear as well.  That is why propriety shall be always your strength.  So that those majestic opinions might be put to actual use.”</span><br/><br/>He was a bit rude at the end of his tirade, but it was all Motto could do to keep from yelling.  This second attempt to shun him was going to be the last of its kind.