As the day passed and the artist continued, Genevieve found herself completely entranced with the king. His hair, beautiful and thick, she just wanted to play with it. His dark eyes were pools of night she could get lost in forever. She wanted to nibble his perfect earlobes. And his lips? Not a few times Genevieve found herself touching her own, remembering his passion. When they were given breaks to walk around, or drink, Genevieve eyed the King in secret. The way his back moved beneath his coat. His strong hands wrapped around a cup. Genevieve played over in her head those hands sliding up her waist when she had met him on the floor. Images kept popping into her mind's eye. Very improper, very<span style="font-style: italic">lewd</span>images. How Genevieve had managed to keep any sense of decorum was beyond herself.<br/><br/>After the artist had finished his work, Genevieve bid the King a temporary goodbye. Walking down the corridor was fine. She was calm, collected- Genevieve slammed the door behind her and leaned against it. She felt incredibly stuffy and her breathing began to shallow. "Please, get me out of this dress!" She turned, her hands on either door frame as her maids set to untying the back. As the dress loosened, Genevieve calmed and even began smiling to herself. While in her shift, She couldn't help it anymore. She began to laugh.<br/><br/>"I can't believe I<span style="font-style: italic">actually</span>kissed him!" Genevieve plopped upon her bed, her maids following her. They were just as giddy as she was.<br/><br/>"What was it like?" Lavern asked. It was such a silly question. All three of them had been kissed before...but never by a king, so of course it was different.<br/><br/>"Well, " Genevieve sat back, resting on one of the posts. "It was<span style="font-style: italic">wonderful!</span>" She sighed hopelessly. The foot that dangled off the bed swung idly. "His lips were so soft. His hands? Just remembering them sliding up my waist makes me shiver." Genevieve exaggerated one for comedic effect. "When he held me close I could feel his strength. I felt so...so protected."<br/><br/>Genevieve grew quiet as she remembered their embrace. It was something she would not forget. "And when he carried you away?" Mildred pipped in. "What was that like?"<br/><br/>"You know, " A sly smile spread across Genevieve's face and she leaned forward, inviting her maids to do the same. "There's something...sensual about the moment when you realize you're helpless. When your husband to be can just pick you up and carry you away and there's nothing you can do about it, but you know he would never, ever hurt you." Her maids blushed and Genevieve laughed. She loved teasing them.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>Genevieve met the King in the foyer wearing a simple blue gown, ivory gloves, and pearls. She wanted to continue with the blue and ivory theme. The extra servants did not go unnoticed by Genevieve. She was unsure whether to frown, or blush! And she did the latter. Were those a few nobles sauntering by? Genevieve made a mental note to ask the King of he could introduce her to a few. After a curtsy and "My Lord" Genevieve took Motto's offered arm,  her free hand holding an Ivory parasol. The carriage ride was a quiet one and all Genevieve wanted to do was kiss him again. Well,  she<span style="font-style: italic">wanted</span>to do much more than that, but she was an adult: she could hold out.<br/><br/>Genevieve began fidgeting with the bunched cloth of the parasol before finally speaking up. "So...you've never had<span style="font-style: italic">any</span>suitors before now?" Her little smile was back, accompanied with a blush. "I couldn't tell." She raised a gloved hand to her mouth to stop a nervous giggle. She was acting like a silly girl.