A knock at the door drew Genevieve's attention and Mildred rose to answer it. She returned with a tray, which she set upon a circular marble table. "Dinner was sent to you, my Lady." Genevieve's stomach rumbled. She had been so preoccupied that she hadn't noticed how hungry she was. That was thoughtful of King Motto. She wasn't very surprised at his gesture, he seemed a thoughtful man. After finishing her supper, Genevieve sent Mildred with the dishes to the kitchen while Lavern turned down her bed. Despite the long journey and events from the day, Genevieve had a hard time falling asleep. She kept thinking about the king, his fierce gaze had practically pierced her soul and when she did fall asleep, they plagued her dreams.<br/><br/>Regardless of her restless night's sleep, Genevieve was awake with the sun. In the early hours of the morning, Genevieve washed her face and hands in a wash bin before her lady's maids brushed her hair and helped her dress for the day. Her gown, most decidedly, was much more plain, but not without its charms. It was of a deep purple velvet, almost black,  embroidered with white scroll work along the bodice. The neck rose just under her chin, but a heart shaped cut out showed off a single white pearl on a silver chain. Her sleeves were long and came to points with loops around her middle fingers, the embroidery following the diamond shape. Her skirt didn't flare, it was simple with pleats at her waist. With her hair brushed, a pale lace veil was held in place with 2 pearl combs at her temples and lay flat on her hair from the crest of her head to just below the small of her back, where her hair ended. Genevieve looked at herself with satisfaction. While her gown last night had been lovely, Genevieve much preferred this-modest, but feminine.<br/><br/>After her morning routine, Genevieve and her maids sat for a game of cards on the balcony while watching what was left of the sunrise. It was mornings like this that Genevieve enjoyed most. It was interrupted, however, as Elenore entered the chamber. Expecting to have to wake Genevieve, the older woman was a bit surprised to see her bright eyed and dressed for the day. There was a hint of approval at her garb as Elenore told Genevieve of King Motto's summons. She almost sighed. After last night, Genevieve wasn't sure if she was ready to face the man, but she was determined to prove she could in fact act according to her station. So she rose to her feet, straightened her skirts, and followed Elenore with her lady's maids flanking her.<br/><br/>With hands clasped gently before her, Genevieve listened to the sounds of their muffled footsteps and swishing skirts as they made their way for the private dining room they had been in last night. As the morning air blew through the castle, her hair and veil moved gently with it as they walked down the open hallways. The same gentle wind greeted them as they entered the dinning room's antechamber and awaited the king, all four facing the doorway in anticipation of his arrival. Genevieve's eyes were lowered, tracing the greenery depicted in the carpet.