The gardens were just as lovely as the castle. Tall walls of greenery were sheered to perfect angles, flowers were well kept in beds of Stone along the walkways that wound between flowering trees and shrubs. Genevieve breathed deep, taking in the floral fragrance. His servants certainly took pride in their work,  which was also a good sign. Genevieve enjoyed watching lazy bumblebees float from bud to bud and a multitude of various butterflies drifted back and forth. Yes, she would very much enjoy her time here in the gardens.<br/><br/>Hands gasped before her, Genevieve kept a slow, but steady pace with Elenore. The older woman was speaking of an ancient war that had threatened to bring the castle down: the one and only time, she was sure to mention, but it had been a defining moment for both Monarchy and kingdom. As fascinating as Genevieve was in the history of this place, she was curious about something. "Elenore?" The older woman paused her history lesson to hear Genevieve's questions. "Where are the servants? Surely a garden of this magnitude requires around the clock care."<br/><br/>"You...would be correct." Elenore spoke cautiously, as if suspecting some kind of trick question. "They've left the gardens so you can enjoy them in peace." Eyeing Genevieve from the corner of her eyes,  having her reaction, Elenore visibly relaxed as Genevieve nodded.<br/><br/>"In the future," Genevieve spoke up. "I don't mind sharing. Servants are vital to the upkeep of castles and gardens and it won't do to have me getting in the way of their duties. Besides," Genevieve continued while nodding to a gardener and maid speaking to each other across the way. "How am I to show appreciation if I never see anyone?"<br/><br/>"You make a very good point, My Lady."<br/><br/>"Please, call me Nevi. But only if you're comfortable being so informal." Genevieve quickly added as she saw Elenore stiffen. Perhaps it wasn't the best thing to say, but it was a habit from back home. All her personal servants called her Nevi in private. She had never thought to consider it would be different here.<br/><br/>"So.." Genevieve cleared her throat to change the subject. "How many suitors has the King had before myself?" Perhaps it was improper to ask, but Genevieve had to know what kind of man she was dealing  with.<br/><br/>"None, My Lady." "None?!" Genevieve was shocked. Surely he must have had a few by now. "His Majesty has spent his years ruling his kingdom and never felt the need for a wife." It made sense. His kingdom was extensive and, from her father's reports, growing yearly. It had been one of the reasons he had offered her, to protect Faldothia's borders. By all accounts, Motto would be easy to handle. He had never courted, so perhaps she could use his inexperience against him? Of course, he had also evaded marriage almost as long as she had.