To say that Genevieve was surprised as the King's control over his temper was an understatement. There was a point that she was almost certain it would boil over, but instead he came to her side and offered his arm.<span style="font-style: italic">Again</span>. This didn't surprise her. They never took what she said seriously and when they finally did it was just before sending her away. Should she decline his offer to escort her? It was temping. Not to mention, if she were to take his arm, it would be very encouraging. Of course, she had just got done telling the man she knew how to behave in public: and escorting her to her rooms risked the chance of running into nobles. Was he testing her?<br/><br/>Genevieve lowered her gaze, lashes brushing her cheeks as she weighed her options. When she met his eyes, he looked flushed. Was that anger, or- Genevieve had to suppress her own flush. She was unsure whether to be angry or complimented. Admittedly she felt a little of both, but much more anger, surely. After all, she was being serious and he, infuriating enough, seemed not too. Perhaps to save the King from further embarrassment, or because he had trapped her with her own words, Genevieve took the man's arm, gently touching him. Almost as if to say she was doing this of her own choice, certainly<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>because he had used her words against her, and she would break contact whenever she wished.<br/><br/>With her other hand over the one wrapped around his arm, Genevieve waited for him to lead her to her chambers. The hallways had a beautiful aura about them as large open windows let in the cool night air while giving way to the starry sky. She was certain he had plenty to say, particularly since she hadn't given him a chance back in his private dining hall. Genevieve would remain quiet, although for how long, she was uncertain. It was all too evident the woman spoke her mind. But for now Genevieve listened to their slow muffled foot steps and the soft swish of the linens draped throughout the hall. It could have been a pleasant walk if the impending earful she knew she would get wasn't hovering over Genevieve's head.<br/><br/>No. Genevieve would remain relaxed. She couldn't let him see how tense she was becoming, so slowly Genevieve released what had started to build in her shoulders and middle. To calm what rage she had been feeling, Genevieve chose to look out at the dark landscape. There was a sort of sleeping calmnessabout the dark hills and faint shadowed trees. When she felt relaxed enough to speak, Genevieve spoke in a hushed tone. "Thank you for escorting me, Your Majesty." She was still slightly annoyed, but Genevieve hoped she hid it well enough.