So she wanted to get to know him.  Huh.    He could deal with that.  Motto relaxed even more and helped himself to several pastries that were calling his name.  The sweet confections owned him for a moment but he stopped chewing at the trace of hostility in Isabella’s tone.  Sounded like she felt the same way about this whole wedlock thing.<br/><br/>The Princess’s next words confused him; Motto wasn’t sure if she was complimenting him or insulting him... or both.    She wanted romance or something.  That was understandable.  Most girls did as far as he knew.  But what the hell about not being to her advantage?   It sounded snobby just like he expected..great.<br/><br/>"Tell me, Motto.  What have your parents told you about this situation?"<br/><br/>He finished wiping his own mouth and continued to hold the napkin.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “The usual.  Our kingdom is fading, there aren’t any guardians left, I’m the sole blah blah blah.  It’s being blown way out of proportion.” </span>It was clear that Motto didn’t enjoy the topic, but he finished with an easy smile and assuring tone.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Why?  What are the Ikathka saying?”</span>His head tilted with curiosity.  The fact that she was playing around with a sketchy vial of black stuff didn’t phase him.  He’d seen plenty of weird stuff and this was totally chill.