"I am feeling well. Thank you for asking, My Lord." Taking note of his arm, Genevieve gave another polite smile before walking through the open doors to the dining room without taking it. It was beautifully furnished. The table was draped with a gorgeous yellow tablecloth embroidered with green. The dishes matched beautifully and were of a delicate porcelain. It was amusing watching Motto flounder for words. Perhaps it was that he seemed so put together, almost inhumanly so. It was nice to see there was a man under the crown.<br/><br/>Standing before the seat a servant slid our for her, Genevieve waited for Motto to sit before taking her own. Genevieve couldn't help but clear her throat. This was slightly uncomfortable. "Elenore has begun brushing me up on your national history." Should now be the time to discuss her place as his queen? It may be a rough beginning, but it had to be discussed, had it not? After all, should he expect nothing but heirs, he would be surprised at her ambition, perhaps unpleasantly so: and she would not be one to live her life ignorant to the rule of her would be nation. Genevieve was a woman who wanted to be<span style="font-style: italic">involved</span>.<br/><br/>"I wonder, Your Majesty," Genevieve paused to take a drink of the tea set before her. "Where I fit into your rule." The idle pleasantness of her voice was gone. Genevieve sounded as if she were negotiating. She sat back in her chair and folded her hands in her lap. "I am not one who enjoys empty hours. I was raised a ruler, not an ornament." Genevieve briefly thought of her tutors fondly. They knew very well they were teaching Genevieve to be quite the headache. She had hoped, however, that she wasn't coming off incredibly rude. While ideally he would send her away, it would not do for her to burn this bridge entirely. An alliance may still be needed in the future.