<span style="font-style: italic">“Well..no. I was working hard to keep Gilthlore as it is..”</span><br/><br/>Genevieve found herself admiring more than the blush on his cheeks. It was rather becoming, but the rest of him? She wondered at the luck that brought her to Gilthlore. Perhaps not luck, but stubbornness. Genevieve thanked her mother silently. She couldn't help but laugh along with the king when he spoke of his unfortunate dancing casualties and her heart did flutter when he took her hand. His finger gliding down her wrist sent goosebumps up Genevieve's spine and she did tremble. Her gaze smouldered as she admired his physic. Lewd images burrowed into her mind. Images of his bare torso, his hair slick with exertion.<br/><br/>"Ahem." Genevieve cleared her throat, however unladylike it was. She could feel herself getting warm again. "I can help you with your dancing, if you'd like?" Her green eyes fell away and she smiled at her hand in his. Genevieve gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I've helped my siblings learn to dance, both brothers and sisters." She enjoyed dancing, especially to livelier steps. Genevieve was rather excited for the ball coming up. She would get to see her father and, with luck, perhaps a sibling or two would accompany him. "Of course, I'm sure your fumbling is endearing." Genevieve teased. Goodness, but she was feeling rather bold.<br/><br/>The carriage lurched to a halt and Genevieve exited it, with the help of the coachman who opened the door. She had blushed lightly when he spotted their hand holding, but took her time in pulling it away as if to tell the coachman she wasn't ashamed to show a little light affection to her would be husband.<br/><br/>"This is beautiful!" Genevieve took in the scenery. Green hills surrounded a lake clearer than she had ever seen. Fish, of varying bright colors, darted about seeming to float in glass. The only indicator this was actually water was the occasional ripple across the serene surface. Flowering trees dotted the lake, the fallen pink blossoms drifting along the top of it. A boat, manned by an oarsman at one end, and seats at the other, rocked with the water as it was tied to a dock. The weather was absolutely perfect.<br/><br/>"I am glad to spend some time with you, King Motto." Perhaps she should have said my Lord, but Genevieve wanted to say his name. To feel it on her tongue. "I know we won't get to spend much time together in the coming days." Their footfalls clunked on the wooden deck as they walked.<br/><br/>Genevieve took an offered hand as she lowered herself into the rocking boat. She sent a silent prayer hoping the boat would not capsize and let out an internal sigh when it did not. "Tell me something, My Lord." Genevieve spoke up when they both had settled and the boat drifted on the water. "Anything." A hand held the parasol open, creating shade that half covered her. Her other hand propped her head as she stared dreamily into the King's beautiful dark eyes. "Something I don't know about you." Which was, admittedly, a lot. Hopefully this was a good conversation starter. Genevieve had come to realize that the only real conversations between the two had been arguments, or rather<span style="font-style: italic">led</span>to arguments