<span style="font-style: italic">"I am quite well.”</span><br/><br/>His answer seemed so robotic. Perhaps she truly did offend him and her pettiness didn't help? Genevieve suppressed a sigh and looked to the greenery. She was unsure how to remedy the situation and it irked her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."</span>Genevieve blushed. She had heard such compliments before, but with the king..it was different.<span style="font-style: italic">"GILTHLORE. Gilthlore...will..see..as their Queen. Yes. You are their beautiful Queen."</span>She hid a smile behind her hand as she lowered her head. His fumbling was endearing.<span style="font-style: italic">"WILL BE their beautiful Queen. When we marry.”</span>She wanted to reach out and touch him, to sooth his anxiety.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"They await you, My Lady.”</span><br/><br/>The sheer number of people surprised Genevieve, even though she had seen just as many the day before. Blue and ivory flags caught her attention and Genevieve felt a bit guilty for not wearing what the king had commanded. No. This was the last time she would be able to wear Faldothia's colors and she would wear them with pride. The petals that drifted in the air lightened Genevieve's mood and she smiled to herself as a few got stuck in the King's hair. She waved to the people as they passed. No one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn't mind, that they weren't wearing blue or white. A few of the children sheepishly approached with blue and white flowers, which Genevieve took with a smile or kind word. In no time she had enough for a bouquet.<br/><br/>The lurch of the carriage threatened to spill her off the seat, had it not been for the King's steadying hand. Where he had touched seemed to burn and her heart fluttered. Oh goodness, not this again. Genevieve looked to her lap to calm herself, when an idea occurred to her. Taking a few of the flowers given to her and the ribbon from her hair, which incidentally let her hair loose now that nothing was holding up the netting, Genevieve fashioned a sort of boutonniere. If allowed, she would place it in the chest pocket of his uniform with her own sheepish smile. "Thank you for representing Faldothia, but Gilthlore has the right to be here," She'd touch just below the flowers, where his heart would be. Oh goodness was she blushing?<br/><br/>"Your people are so...happy to see you." Her attention had returned to his subjects. "After the wedding," was she still entertaining the idea of marriage? "Are we going to tour the countryside? I think I would like meet more of your people. Back home, my father sent me all across Faldothia as his embassador. I know Gilthlore is much larger, but I would like to try, if it can be arranged."