Just as everyone else, Genevieve's attention was drawn to the gardener and maid's conversation when the maid made a bit of a commotion. King?! This man covered in mud was the King? Yes...Genevieve could see it now. His finery had been hidden in the mud. No gardener would wear such clothes to work in. No gardener would wear such clothes to begin with! Genevieve was pulled from her shock when Elenore curtsied deep, addressing the king.<br/><br/>As the mud caked, but still regal, man approached, Genevieve gave her own curtsy and soft "My Lord." Behind the mud, he was handsome, there was no doubt about that. In his current disheveled state he looked very rugged. No amount of dirt could diminish his obvious authority. He was a king, regardless of what he wore, or the state he was in.<br/><br/>"Gilthlore is a very beautiful country." Genevieve spoke in reply to his question. "Your people seem happy to be here and to serve you." Honestly, Genevieve was unsure what to say to the man. First appearances, he was a proud, but reasonable man. She would need to get to know his weaknesses if she were to exploit them and have him end this...arrangement. Where was she to go from here? This was a less than agreeable situation at the moment and most definitely an improper way to meet one's future spouse. She was trained to be a Queen. She could handle awkward situations such as this.<br/><br/>"You seem to have been in some kind of accident." Genevieve stated as she acknowledged his dirty clothes and what might be a bump forming on the top of his head. "Do you need to see someone?" Half turning back towards the castle, Genevieve motioned with one of her hands. "I could accompany you, if you'd like?"