When the king did not speak, Genevieve wondered if he truly was ill. His kiss took her by surprise. It was deep and it took her breath away. The maidservants that had been coming to and fro stopped mid stride to stare at the two nobles. Their eyes were wide and more than a few scurried from the room, feeling as though they were witnessing something they shouldn't. Those that did not stared for a moment before shaking themselves and going about their duties.<br/><br/>Genevieve, within the King's arms, paid no mind towards anyone else, or what they might be doing. She was simply lost within the King. He filled her every sense. His smell, His touch, his taste. Even with her eyes closed she could see him. With an arm around her waist and another in her hair, she felt surrounded by him. Genevieve leaned into him, taking it all in. And when the kiss was broken, she practically gasped for air. Her hands held to his forearms as he kissed behind her ear. He sent tingles down her spine and goosebumps prinkled her skin with every exhale of his warm breath. "Motto." She whispered his name.<br/><br/>Genevieve trembled as she came to her senses and opened her eyes. They fell upon Elenore. A frowning Elenore. Clearing her throat, Genevieve pushed the King, encouraging him to stand straight. "Let's go for a walk." Although his kiss had left her more than a little weak at the knees, Genevieve had no problem walking from the room, should he offer his arm and join her. "Thank you for the flowers." She'd say, her lashing brushing her cheeks as she looked to them. "I...it's a very romantic gesture." A flush. "Nobody's ever done something like this for me before." She'd touched a few petals.