Genevieve held her breath in that brief moment of silence. Her smile wilted ever so slightly. Until the deafening roar of approval. A rush of air escaped as she let out the breath she had been holding and her wilted smile brightened. Genevieve was unsure why she had been so nervous! There was a certain gratification she felt and a<span style="font-style: italic">need</span>to serve these people well.<br/><br/>Genevieve felt a sense of genuine love these people had for their king. It was refreshing to see well cared for subjects that weren't nobles, coming in droves to support their ruler. Genevieve wondered if there was something that could be done to bring the celebration of their union to- wait. Was she already resigned to marry this man? She hid behind a facade of unruliness in search of a marriage built on love. Was she simply tired of playing her games, having found a kind ruler? Or was she<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>falling for him? Surely not. She had been there but a day! 10 days wasn't enough to fall in love with anyone: but..was it enough to see potential?<br/><br/>Genevieve's wonderings were interrupted by the crowds song. It was beautiful. An anthem of voices rising up to welcome a Queen and love a King. An Anthem that Genevieve felt bind around her wrists and throat. She could see the joy in the people around her, but with that song, Genevieve only felt a sense of dread. How could she leave now? All of these people would be heartbroken. What if the king was not as he seemed? What if he was a cruel and controlling man? Was 10 days enough to reveal such traits? Her heart was torn between that of her happiness and that of his people.<br/><br/>And then her mind went to her own country, Faldothia. It was a very wealthy country. It was a very small country. Her own people needed protection, most likely from suitors she had scorned. While none had threatened her home country, she was sure it may happen should word of her union spread: and surely the king was allied to at least a few of them. Would his allies not be invited to his wedding? And there was no guarantee her past wouldn't come to haunt her if she didn't marry. If she did, her beloved Faldothia would have the protection it needed in the unfortunate event of an invasion.<br/><br/>Elenore's hand at Genevieve's elbow tore her from her thoughts. It then she noticed the king entering the building. He had given a lovely speech, from what she had been paying attention too. Preoccupied once again with her thoughts, Genevieve absentmindedly followed Elenore back to her rooms, where she was met by King Motto.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"My Lady, I am most grateful. Are you well?"<br/> "Is she well? Lady Genevieve, that is."</span><br/><br/>Before Elenore could speak, Genevieve curtsied. "I am quite well now. Thank you for your concern, your Majesty." She didn't like being spoken over. Yes, she saw that he was concerned, but he didn't have to ask Elenore. Especially since she was there and able to speak for herself.  Genevieve folded her hands together before her. "I am impressed. Your people adore you. While I've had limited experience of my past suitors subjects, what I have seen had been quite the opposite." Genevieve offered a smile with her compliment. It was nice to see a happy country in support of their king.