Genevieve's morning with Jorgensen was a quiet one spent reading an old religious text. Until she could take the silence no longer. Who better to know of why the king acted as he did than another man? This began Genevieve's recounting of last night's dinner. Much to her dismay, Old Jorgensen only smiled and shook his head. "He is a man." His voice quavered with the effort to speak while his body trembled with age. "He is unused to feeling the influence a pretty girl has. And when people are faced with the unknown they become scared. And when they are scared, they lash out." Genevieve's gentle brow furrowed and she leaned back in her oversized chair with a huff. "Men are much more complicated than I initially thought." Genevieve muttered. "At least,<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>man is." Her grumbling got a chuckle from the old man just as a manservent approached, informing her of the King's request for her presence.<br/><br/>Genevieve slapped the stuffed armrests of the chair and rose to her feet. "I guess I should go. I'm sure he wasn't happy I didn't join him for breakfast." Although he had sent food to her room,  which she didn't eat, despite how hungry she was this morning. The only reason she didn't eat was for a servant to find it and tattle on her, just to spite him. He had said some hurtful things to her last night. Oh well, she was being petty, so she deserved what discomfort came from it.<br/><br/>Following the manservent, Genevieve found herself admiring the stonework of the floor. It was a gorgeous cream color with blue flex. As they approached the front exit, Genevieve froze when her eyes met the King and she couldn't help but frown. He wore a gold uniform. She tore her eyes away and looked at her own garb, as if reminding herself what she wore. Yes. He was wearing gold to match herself. Almost spun around to her chambers to change right then! Alas, but he spotted her. He seemed in a good mood despite her absence at breakfast. Fine. If he was going to act as if nothing happened last night, then so would she.<br/><br/>Plastering a smile on her face, Genevieve descended down the stairs and took his offered hand. "My Lord." She spread her skirts into a curtsy with her free hand before climbing into the carriage. It seemed roomy enough. Until the King climbed in and the door latched. How could she have thought there was room for the two of them. Genevieve pushed back a curtain for a bit of fresh air under the guise of looking at the scenery. Stay calm. Stay collected. Putting her hands in her lap, Genevieve looked at them and cleared her throat. "You.." she faltered for a moment as the carriage lurched forward. "You look good." Nothing happened last night. Nothing.  Genevieve forced herself to look at him, hoping to ease the awkwardness she felt. "Gold suits you. It goes beautifully with your complexion." Oh goodness, but she could feel his body heat radiating into her skin. "How was your morning?"