Genevieve was silent for the duration of the ride.<br/><br/>The cathedral was the same one Motto had been crowned Gilthlore's Ruler and an unexpected wave of grief betook him upon seeing it.  Ah how the young King mourned his parents.  Although quite sad, it was a welcome escape from the urgent pain of losing his Princess.  He had broken her heart thus wounding his own.  It was pain like no other.<br/><br/>What would Hector say at a time such as this?  Motto clung to the words that answered from his own imagining;<span style="font-style: italic"> “Two broken hearts might fit together nicely.”</span>There was hope, dammit.  His inner Hector voice was never wrong.<br/><br/>It was difficult to keep his eyes off Genevieve upon entering the splendid church.  Her walk was different.  He would woo that fine Lady even if it took his entire lifetime.  A life well spent.  The very thought of fighting his way back into her affection was to Motto a happy fuel.  He found it easier to focus and greet the holy men as well as nobility.  The maid from his first time meeting Lady Genevieve caught his eye and Motto felt a flutter of joy.  Nearly interrupting the Priest, he strode to where the servant stood with an armload of silk.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Last we met I was but a gardener.” </span>he bowed to the surprised woman.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “I stole a glimpse of the fair Princess.  Between you and me..I intend to win her favor.  What say you to <span style="font-style: italic">that?</span>”</span>His hushed tone and fine manners caused a fair amount of flutter from confused onlookers.  Nearly everyone jumped when Motto did let out a loud laugh.  All who turned their attention to the young King would see him glance over to where the Faldothian King was being announced.    In his haste to reach the father of his bride, Motto collided with a cleric, apologized, and jumped over several pews to where the important guest stood talking to his daughter.  The aisle was filled with servants, guards, and ladies maids; there was no time to spare.  Motto moved into an empty pew and swung over while placing one hand on it.  To the astonishment of many, the young King continued towards the older King buy clearing several more pews before extending both his hands to shake the other’s.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Ah how good it is to see you once more” </span>Motto beamed at Genevieve’s father.<span style="color: #00BF00">“I have a matter to discuss with you..it is of great importance, King Layvterna.  Please come and speak with me in private.” </span>The last part he had spoken in a low and confidential voice.  His expression became rather serious.