<span style="font-style: italic"> "Motto."</span><br/><br/>Ah how his name sounded in her whisper!  The King nearly moaned a happy moan for it.  Fortunately Eleanor and the other handmaidens were saved from such a scandalous sound.  Lady Genevieve had suggested a walk.  Those in the Princess’s chamber simply stood there staring at the royal pair.  Their own hearts racing at so passionate an embrace!  How happy King Motto was with the beautiful Lady Genevieve!  Her Ladyship’s tenderness was a known fact since word had spread about the King’s proposal and how she slid into his arms and did touch his hair.  Many of the castle’s maids hadn’t stopped blushing since.  Surely this was a joyous time in Gilthlore.  Motto ceased his greedy kissing and nearly forgot to offer his arm.  His own flushed countenance was easy to see, but he cared not.  He might sprout wings and would not care.  On flower petals, he strode quietly with his mind entirely at ease and his Princess close.  If only he could be closer.  They passed through her chamber door and out into the flowered foyer.<br/><br/>He melted at how sweet she looked when she thanked him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "I...it's a very romantic gesture.  Nobody's ever done something like this for me before."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“I love thee, My Lady.” </span>Motto stood a bit taller with a swelling heart.<span style="color: #00BF40">“I ...am ……”</span>Motto’s eyes lit up and his poise faltered as if he’d been struck.  He wasn’t prepared to fight off the powerful urges this time.  King Motto was already mentally worn out as well as fatigued somewhat from little sleep.  The sea of flowers and Genevieve’s soft skin were driving him mad.<span style="color: #00BF40">“...I…”</span>His hands wanted to take her roughly and his legs wished to run through the petals into his own chamber!  Inhaling, he managed to keep his hands to himself but only barely.  The King closed his eyes and centered himself.  This was bad.  His rare traits were still blossoming, and Motto was having more trouble with it than he liked.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF40">“My Lady..  I will have you this night.  Do you object?” </span>His hands curled up into fists as Motto stood there trembling.  A strong draft swept through the castle; stirring up the flower petals to swirl around them.  The King seemed less able to restrain himself with each passing second.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/8bwUz0V.jpg">[ img ]</a>