<a class="postlink" href="https://imgur.com/vfqIQuK.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Genevieve couldn't help but fan herself as the carriage she sat in rolled along the dirt road. It wasn't particularly hot out, but in the closed carriage, the air was stifling. "I heard he's handsome!" One of her lady's maids giggled while talking to the other. Genevieve simply rolled her eyes and drew back the curtain with one slim finger, eyeing the scenery. It was a beautiful landscape: green, rolling hills, wildflowers amongst the underbrush of tall evergreen trees. It almost reminded her of home, except Faldothia was flatter. The greenery was still there, just everything was more level. To be honest, she didn't enjoy traveling over these blasted hills. They were making her feel ill.<br/><br/>"Well, I heard he's an old man." The other maid said as she plucked at her skirts. 27 was hardly old, but Genevieve herself was 6 years his junior. At 21 she had successfully managed to evade marriage for 5 years simply by being unagreeable. She had had plenty of suitors, her father had ensured that, but every one of them called her strong willed: utterly incapable of learning her place as a damure wife and mothe- To the chagrin of her father. Genevieve didn't care. She was brought up to be a ruler, not an ornament for some man's arm.<br/><br/>Brought from her thoughts by the gasp of one of her maids, Genevieve turned her attention to the large window that sat just above their seats. Within the frame, a looming, stone castle came into view. From a military standpoint it looked solid, but architecturally it was beautiful. It was a shame she would have to leave, but Genevieve would enjoy the scenery while she was here. Shifting as the carriage rolled to a stop, Genevieve waited for the coachman to open her door: first helping her maids out, and then herself. Genevieve couldn't help but squint in the sunlight, her large seafoam green eyes narrowing as she brought a slim hand up to shield them from the glare. "My Lady." One of her maids, Mildred, handed her a black sun umbrella. Her mother lamented at her choice of black to meet her future husband, but Genevieve didn't care. She would make very clear how she felt about this marriage.<br/><br/>Mildred blonde head bobbed as she gave a deep curtsey, her other maid, Lavern, copying as Genevieve strode for the entrance, her own long, pale curls shifting behind her.<span style="font-style: italic">Well..</span>Genevieve thought to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Let'sget this over with.</span><br/><br/>Inside, Genevieve was the embodiment of a polite noble lady. She smiled to the servants who helped gather her things and followed the manservant who showed her to her rooms, which were a lovely shade of blue. She commented on how pleased she was with the arrangement and the manservant blushed, speaking of how he would send the compliment to the king. "Oh, yes. The king." Genevieve looked out the large bay windows that showed a particularly beautiful green hillside. "When am I going to meet my husband to be?"