Genevieve took Hector's arm with a gentle squeeze. He was so kind and good to Motto and herselt. She was glad for his company and found herself opening up to him. It felt...natural. She spoke of her excitement for the ball, and her ideal plans for the wedding. "Of course, I'll be happily surprised with whatever's been planned. I know it will be absolutely gorgeous." With it being such short notice, she was sure they had planned the wedding long before she had arrive. Genevieve spoke of her wedding dress and the woman who made it. "I've never seen anything so beautiful! The craftsmanship is far better than any I've seen. And it fits like a glove!" Genevieve was practically gushing! "And the veil! Elenore told me...it belonged.. To.."<br/><br/>Genevieve's words trailed off as her gaze fell upon a pair ahead of them. They would be headed in their direction, had they not been stopped in the middle of the corridor. Genevieve's bright and excited eyes dulled and became neutral. Her grip on Hector's arm tightened just a bit and her relaxed walking shifted as she straightened. Why was some<span style="font-style: italic">chit</span>sobbing, practically into Motto's arms? Genevieve caught the tail end of the woman's words as they approached closer.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"...I am fortunate indeed to be in my King’s company.”</span><br/><br/>Was...he<span style="font-style: italic">babbling</span>?? And her hand gripped his label. Their proximity to each other, paired with the hour and...how alone...they were. Genevieve's face darkened before she was able to regain neutrality. She cleared her throat as both Hector and herself approached. The...noblewoman gave a surprised "Oh!" And stepped back, wiping her face...<span style="font-style: italic">her arm still hooked with Motto's</span>. What a<span style="font-style: italic">snake</span>!<br/><br/>"Forgive the...intrusion, Your Majesty." Genevieve curtsied. She was being meticulously formal. She had to be, if she wasn't, she certainly would lose control of whatever she was feeling at the moment. "Hector was kind enough to escort me by your chambers so that I could wish you good night." She turned briefly to the small brunette. Genevieve could see the little upturned corner of her lips. It was hardly noticeable, but she was a woman and knew what to look for. "Forgive my rudeness...Lady..."<br/><br/>"Setaphina." The brunette's voice quivered just so. She had been crying after all. Genevieve didn't buy into it, not one bit.<br/><br/>"Lady... Setaphina." She would not forget this woman, nor her name. "I am Lady Genevieve." She gave a slight bow of her head. "The King's<span style="font-style: italic">betrothed</span>." Genevieve smiled. It was a kind, gentle smile that did not reach her eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Oh, how Genevieve wanted to grit her teeth...instead, her grip on Hector tightened.<br/><br/>"Well, seeing as I've had the fortune to meet you here.." Genevieve had turned back to the King. "Instead of having to walk all the way to your chambers, it is<span style="font-style: italic">terribly late</span>..." She paused for just a moment before continuing. "Goodnight, Your Majesty." Genevieve curtsied to him again. "To my chambers, please Hector." She did<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>want to be near either of the pair at this particular moment.