The corridor was long and Genevieve wasn't exactly paying anymore attention to her surroundings. She was lost in thought when words spoken from behind caught her attention.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“I should have told you sooner.”</span><br/><br/>His voice, that only hours before made her tremble with excitement, made her tremble for a different reason. Was...she<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>afraid of him? Genevieve turned to face the King and saw the look in his eyes. He would not hurt her. In fact, he seemed afraid to<span style="font-style: italic">lose</span>her. "I...what-" She wanted to say something, but her words weren't coming out. Her brain didn't know what to address first.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Soothe him.</span><br/><br/>Her thoughts paused, time almost seemed to slow. His posture, his eyes, everything shouted hurt. "Motto." What fear she felt, Genevieve repressed. Surely her fear stemmed from ignorance. A hand came to rest upon his cheek, her thumb caressing his cheekbone lightly. The candle light cast shadows upon his face, but she could see his creased brow. Genevieve brought her other hand up to smooth his furrowed brow and stepped close to him.<br/><br/>"I...do not understand what happened." Genevieve was unsure how to word her thoughts. She wrapped her arms around the King's waist and held tight to him. His warmth was still a comfort to her. "But, I do not need to know until you are ready to tell me." Her head was nestled under the crook of his chin and she turned her face up to him. "As your wife, there are many things I will pester you with, but this will not be one of them."<br/><br/>Genevieve stayed in the King's arms for a moment before pulling away, she looked to the shadows. "Can we..go somewhere else?" She shivered while grabbing his hand. "I feel like we're being watched." Genevieve stepped closer to the King, still watching the shadows of the corridor.