<span style="color: #00BF40">"My father … he met her on accident when hunting alone.  They fell in love and..were Gilthlore’s happy Rulers.  I miss them very much.” </span>Motto’s sorrow was plain to see and Hector continued with the explanation to spare him.<br/><br/>“They were killed in a terrible invasion when he was twelve.  Fortunately, I had been entrusted with their secret and to this day I am his Guardian and loyal subject.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“I ..do not understand the extent of my...ability, but only recently did I care.”  </span>Motto tucked a strand of hair behind Genevieve’s ear and blushed.<span style="color: #00BF40">“My ..feelings for you seem to have stirred things greatly within me.  I was afraid.  I have lost control before but I .. Hector...would you please tell her?”</span><br/><br/>The room became quiet and Lady Genevieve would most certainly detect tensions rising.<br/><br/>“Of course, Sire.  I shall do so now, but you must leave.”<br/><br/>Motto moved to get up but was reluctant and glanced at his Bride-to-be.<span style="color: #00BF00">"It is important.  What he is about to tell you.  I do not like placing a burden such as this on you, My Lady.   I know not what else to do.  Hector cannot keep watch forever." </span>His brown eyes fell.<span style="color: #00BF40">  "He has already toiled too much."</span>