Like everyone else standing outside Genevieve's chambers, she curtsied in return to the King's bow. An Ivory gown and blue ribbon. The woman pursed her lips in thought. No one had told her how to dress since- Nevermind. It was something that she could discuss with the king at dinner time. For now Genevieve wanted to do a bit of exploring. "Elenore. Do you have a library?"<br/><br/>Not a bit surprised, Elenore nodded. Genevieve dismissed Mildred and Lavern, giving them some free time to finish getting settled in their own quarters, or mingle with the other servants. They thanked their lady and made their way down the halls towards their room, no doubt they hadn't<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>had time to unpack, so Genevieve figured a little time would do them well. They were, after all, her only friends here. Perhaps she could have some gowns made for them? It wouldn't compare in their kindness for following her here and away from their families, however, but it was a start towards repaying them back. Genevieve wondered if she might find them a pair of suitors, maybe someone who might elevate their status a bit.<br/><br/>"The library is one of our most prized possessions, my Lady. It's the largest in the country and one of the largest in the world." Genevieve listened to Elenore drone on about the library's history. It was impressive, to be sure, but she was more taken with the paintings depicting battles that littered the hallways. Some were extremely graphic! Not that Genevieve minded, she wasn't of a weak constitution. They were all so fascinating.<br/><br/>The library was a vast room, the walls lined with books as well as rows of bookcases set up just to the left of the entryway. A large window was the focus of the room and let in the mid morning light. It was glorious. As to be expected, scholars made their way too and fro, their noses in all kinds of books, or they sat at desks, lamps lighting up scrolls with refined handwriting depicting their own interpretations,  or simply copying books becoming too old to handle. Genevieve smiled. The gardens were divine, the dining rooms lovely, she was sure the ballroom would be without compare, but this: this room that smelled slightly of ink and paper, would be her home. Her absolute favorite place to be.<br/><br/>Elenore took her around, explaining the different sections and how the books were organized. More than a few scholars looked to Genevieve skeptically before going to greet her and introduce themselves. One, an old spindly man with bent fingers, caught her attention. His steps were aided by a sturdy wooden cane, which he bent over, his back permanently hunched  as if he had spent one too many years pouring over books. He genuinely smiled at the young woman. His keen blue eyes brightening as she spoke of reading the works of numerous philosophers, books on the sciences, health, books of fiction, and her guilty pleasure, love stories. "My name is Jorgensen, My Lady." His voice was soft, reedy, and quaked with the effort of speech. "You can't tell, but I am bowing. I promise." He gave her a playful wink, which she returned with a laugh, before shuffling his way back to a fluffed chair and book. "Oh, I do like him." Genevieve spoke to Elenore as they both strode through the book lined shelves. It wouldn't be so bad here.<br/><br/>__________________<br/><br/>Standing in the dining rooms antechamber, Genevieve whispered to her ladys maids about their free time as they waited for the King. "Oh, I must introduce you both to Jorgensen!" She held their hands as her whispers became excited. "He's a lively old scholar.I just know you both will love him." Elenore stood looking to the door, a pleasant look on her face. Perhaps if Genevieve made connections here, she would be less inclined to act out.<br/><br/>As the King stepped through the door, Genevieve and her maids fell silent before giving the king a curtsy and murmuring a proper greeting. Straightening from her curtsy, Genevieve smiled to him. She was anxious for him to ask her how she had spent her time. She wanted to tell him of Jorgensen and how in love she was with their library. Of course, she would address his absolute need to tell her how to dress, but she had thought of a compromise there, which she was sure the king would agree too