She had splashed him and he submerged himself. Still tredding, Genevieve struggled to see him through the waters surface and when he resurfaced, coughing and sputtering, Genevieve had to suppress a squeak of surprise. Doing her best to stay afloat, Genevieve made her way to his side, concerned for his well being as he faced away from her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Fear not. You are safe with me.”</span><br/><br/>She did squeak then, and giggled as his arm went around her waist. She sounded like a silly, lovestruck girl, but Genevieve didn't mind. She was enjoying herself! And didn't feel hindered by propriety.<br/><br/>Genevieve took in a breath of air as they descended below the water's surface. Everything seemed so ethereal: the way his hair drifted, her gown curling about the two, the glow of his eyes reflecting the bending light of the sun, and his smile. Oh goodness, his smile. His hand came to her cheek and Genevieve flushed despite the cool feel of the water on her skin. Her own hand went to the King's face, her fingers both resting upon his jawline and tracing his lips. He was beautiful and her heart quickened for him under his loving gaze.<br/><br/>His kiss was magnetic. Goosebumps ran down Genevieve's spine as he held her close. She relished in his lips on hers, his hand at the small of her back, the feel of his muscular build against her own frame. Within his grasp and his lips pressed to her own, Genevieve couldn't suppress the sound in her throat. His hands, large and strong, felt absolutely delicious gripping her hair. The King held her tight and still Genevieve tried to get closer to him, her own arms snaked around his neck and her hands within his hair.<br/><br/>The muffled sounds of a splash drew Genevieve's attention, along with the King's, and she broke the water shortly after he did. Genevieve followed the two to the shore and winced along with the king as the oarsman informed them of the alarm he had sounded. How could they explain their appearance?? Thinking quickly, Genevieve fell into the King's arms and began coughing. Perhaps they would believe they fell in? And both the king and oarsman followed suit to save her. Of course, that wouldn't explain her gloves and jewelry sitting upon the her seat in the boat, but perhaps they wouldn't notice? Genevieve hoped not.<br/><br/>"Oh, you're majesty! You've saved me." Genevieve feigned a swoon, hiding a wink, as a group of people approached the three of them.