Motto sat upon her bed and prayed the heat upon his face might be hidden in the shadows.  She was so good and kind.  Motherly..his hand was on her gown.  He had lost focus for only a moment and now the fabric slid down off her shoulder as he pulled it.  Whether or not he was breathing, Motto knew not.  Only her bare skin mattered; a naked shoulder and the strings of which the gown was gathered about her ladylike body.  Heart beating loudly in his ears, the young King quietly loosened the ribbon and watched the fabric open a little.  Golden eyes moved up to green ones.  He was very much in control and yet reeling in the presence of his Lady Genevieve.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“I am born of man and fabled creature.”  </span>He whispered, succumbing to the beauty of her lips.  His gaze remained there as he continued.<span style="color: #00BF40">“It is unclear what I may become..and what is to be of our child.”  </span>He touched her cheek and let his fingers trail down onto her jaw and neck, reaching her shoulder and further downward to move away her loosened night dress.<span style="color: #00BF40"> “I am yet to be defeated in battle...but I have difficulty ...controlling myself.”  </span><br/><br/>If she had allowed her garments to fall away at his coaxing, Motto would gaze upon her exposed breast with awe.  It was too beautiful to simply behold; his hand moving to gently cup it to his lips.  Kissing slowly and hungrily he found himself a food of untold delight.  His body cried out for her and he knew not how to answer.