Genevieve looked about the intimate room. It was small, allowing for only a few amount of bodies to accompany at the same time. Quite cozy, stylish, and bright with a large window, Genevieve took an instant liking to it. She wondered if many knew of its existence. Just the hope that few might made Genevieve feel special. The woman sank into Motto's arms, fitting perfectly against him, her own arms held to him, her head upon his shoulder. She felt safe, comforted, but perhaps she was doing this more for Motto.<br/><br/>Genevieve's brow furrowed as Hector explained what he knew. She pushed herself up to look at Motto. "A Goddess?" Impossible. How could he-? How could she deny it? Her own eyes saw the display in the corridor. Felt the power pulsing from his body, even as the light blinded her with its brightness. "So...was your mother a Goddess? Or-" Was he found as a babe? Did this Goddess seduce Motto's father? There was also the fact that Hector knew so much, or that's what both men alluded too. Was Hector approached by this Goddess. And the stone! Where did Hector get it? How had it come to be? Genevieve placed the back of a hand to her forehead. It was a lot to take in. Her mind was realling and Genevieve was letting it get ahead of her.<br/><br/>Calm. She needed to calm down. There was no use getting worked up over something so out of her control.<span style="font-style: italic">A Goddess.</span>Genevieve swallowed hard. "It's fine...I understand why you withheld such information." It was no wonder. Motto could be in danger should someone with nefarious intentions learn of him.<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>"Lady Sarah. Are you still with us?" A pretty brunette sipped from a dainty, porcelain cup, a saucer in her other gloved hand. "We cannot let an outsider sit on the throne." She was a full figured young woman. Confident, aware. The ladies that sat beside her were nodding their heads in agreement. They defured to her.<br/><br/>"But, Lady Setaphina.." A meek little redhead chirped. "I heard his Majesty has proposed. That he genuinely cares for the lady."<br/><br/>The pretty brunette's gaze darkened and she roughly set her cup down, it<span style="font-style: italic">clinked</span>angrily. "Well,<span style="font-style: italic">Lady Penelope</span>, she's been her less than a week! Surely if his Majesty fell for her so quickly, he can fall out just as so. Besides.<span style="font-style: italic">I</span>heard she's a real hothead. All we need to do is get in her head. Keep an ear out for information we can use.<span style="font-style: italic">Anything</span>can be useful."