<span style="font-style: italic">“Wedding dress...yes yes I see.”</span><br/><br/>Genevieve placed a piece of cake into her own mouth as the king struggled to compose his thoughts. Did she really affect him so?? Everything about his appearance pointed to yes. The fever in his eyes, the glow of his skin, the quickness of his breath. Genevieve would be lying if she said she did not enjoy it. Of course, she did not go unaffected by the king, neither. Anyone could tell they were madly in love.<br/><br/>As the king rose, effectively removing his hand from under her nightclothes, his touched lingered in the morning air. He was so warm and Genevieve's hand went to her hip in a vain attempt to make it last just a little bit longer.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“My Lady, this meal has far surpassed all others in my entire life. I ...MUST GO!”</span></span>Genevieve was barely in the middle of her curtsy when the king ran from the room with haste. He had been covering his mouth. Was he ill? Perhaps it had been the meat? Genevieve gave it a once over, but it didn't look rancid, nor did the king complain while he was eating it. And Genevieve didn't think his kitchen staff was so unobservant to leave rotted meat out in the open. Of course, there was also the head chef. He seemed like an extremely formidable man, last she had seen of him: the morning just before her viewing.<br/><br/>Dismissing her own thoughts, Genevieve turned to Elenore, who seemed a bit concerned as well. She was sure she was going to get a scolding for the scene between the king and herself, but Elenore didn't say a word as she dressed Genevieve in a loose fitting, but charming, gown of light blue. Her hair was held up with a pearl net. It was only after she gazed upon her wedding dress did Genevieve begin to have butterflies.<br/><br/>It was absolutely gorgeous, Genevieve was blown away! She had never seen a gown so beautiful! Even the one she had worn for their portrait paled in comparison. The reality of what she was actually doing hit Genevieve as both Elenore and the tailor unclothed her and started dressing her. Butterflies were in her stomach and Genevieve swore she could feel them all the way to her throat. Her breathing, though steady, shallowed. Was she beginning to panic? She was.<br/><br/>How could she marry someone she hardly knew?? Why was she expected too? And they were certainly expected to have an heir as soon as possible! It was so unfair. No..why was she thinking this way? Genevieve scolded herself. She had just spent the most magical night of her life with someone she was falling for, even after less than a week together. He had<span style="font-style: italic">asked</span>for her hand in marriage. There was no exchange of money, certainly if she had said no he would have let her leave. Motto seemed like that kind of man. Genevieve smiled a secret little smile to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">He had asked.</span><br/><br/>The butterflies that Genevieve had been feeling dissappeared as she gazed at herself in the mirror provided. She hardly recognized the woman looking back at her. The craftsmanship of the gown was without compare, even to her own tailor in Faldothia. No, this woman was her tailor now. "I..have no words." Genevieve whispered as she traced the high lace at her neck. The gown was beautifully simple with just a hint of sapphires sown in at her waist. The rest was embroidered with white. Genevieve absolutely loved it, and it seemed Elenore did as well, for she wiped away a small tear that Genevieve pretended not to see, while turning away to face a table against the wall<br/><br/>"It fits wonderfully, My Lady. Your tailor back home sent perfect measurements." And the tailor was correct. She had never had a gown fit so perfectly before. It was so light! Genevieve silently thanked the woman. She didn't want to stumble about all day in a dress that was too heavy.<br/><br/>"I absolutely love it, thank you." Genevieve gave a nod in respect as the tailor curtsied. "And I'm sure the king will too. You have done a superb job. I couldn't ask for anything better."<br/><br/>Elenore approached, veil in hand, and held it in place upon her head with a pair of sapphire combs. "Both the veil and combs belonged to the late Queen. I'm sure she would want you to wear them." Genevieve felt a pang in her heart. All of these people had loved the late King and Queen so much! And from what she had heard, they had loved each other just as much, if not more. She sent a silent prayer, hoping her own would be just as theirs had been. "You make such a beautiful bride, My Lady." Elenore held a hand under Genevieve's chin and she blushed under the head maid's kind, but scrutinous eye. "Now, let's get you back into your clothing. I think the King wanted to spend the day with you. Tomorrow is your rehearsal and there is a ball planned in two days." The wedding was but a few days after that, but Elenore did not need to tell Genevieve. "So the king was hoping to spend just a little bit more time together before your schedules get too hectic.