One moment she had been sitting beside the king and next she was underneath him. Genevieve hardly noticed the shattering of glass for his lips upon her neck. Genevieve shivered at the feel of his teeth upon her flesh. He was doing things to her she did not understand. The way her body was reacting were foreign, for she had not known such a pleasure as this before. Her body pushed against his touch and yearned for it. "Motto, please.." She pleaded with the King. There was a fire growing in her belly, filling her chest. She<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>him.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Genevieve lay in the darkness, hearing the King's steady breathing and feeling the movements of his chest as she lay her head upon it. She wanted this moment to last forever. She was happy here, with him in the stillness. The sky outside her large balcony windows were beginning to turn from a deep blue, to gray. The sun would be up soon. Should she wake the King? Yes. It wouldn't do for him to be caught with her,  neither wearing a stitch of clothing.<br/><br/>"Motto?" Genevieve spoke his name gently while tracing incoherent patterns upon his bare chest. As drowsy eyelids began to flutter open, Genevieve kissed the King's lips: a tender, sweet kiss. "I think we may give Elenore a heart attack if she finds us together."<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>After the King left her chambers, the morning sky still clinging to the last bit of twilight, Genevieve redressed herself in her nightclothes and slept. Her bed was considerably colder without his warmth, but she knew it would not be long before they could share a bed for good. The thought comforted her and flooded her dreams with happiness. Her ladies maids, despite being unaware of Genevieve's escapades in the night, let her sleep until she awoke to the sun in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Morning, M'Lady." Lavern said as Genevieve stirred. "A seamstress is coming in today to ensure your wedding dress and ball gown fit!" The maid was giddy with excitement. "I think your rehearsal is tomorrow, but I'm not entirely sure." Genevieve groaned and rolled over, an arm covering her eyes. She lay there for a moment longer before sitting up.<br/><br/>"I cleaned the broken glass at your bedside this morning, My Lady." Mildred said. It was an absentminded remark, but Genevieve still froze. Would they suspect? "Oh, yes. I apologize. I dropped it in the night and would have cleaned it myself had it not been so dark." Surely it would be best not to elaborate too much. There was no need for further explanations as it were.