<span style="font-style: italic">"I do what I can each day, my Lady. That is all I know how to do.” </span><br/><br/>For reasons unknown, his words struck her. Genevieve saw the world ruled by men and while some saw their position as an invitation to take and enjoy at will, others carried the weight of responsibility that came with leadership. She found herself feeling saddened for the King. He needed to enjoy life! He was far too young not too. Perhaps that was something she could help him see while she was here.<br/><br/>As her thoughts were invaded, Genevieve processed what King Motto had said.<span style="font-style: italic">Ten days? Ten. Days.</span>She stiffened visibly. How was she to change his, or his advisors, minds in ten days? She had always had<span style="font-style: italic">months</span>, not<span style="font-style: italic">days</span>. Genevieve almost growled. This had to be her father's doing. He was well aware of her protests to marriage and this was his way of thwarting her. Instead of getting angry, however, Genevieve decided to chuckle, a quiet, almost just a breath.<br/><br/>"Propriety?" Her only flaw? "I will tell you this." Genevieve couldn't help but get somewhat offended at his words. "I am<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>a dog, Your Majesty, to be trained" Genevieve let go of his arm and straightened her skirts with force as they approached her chambers. "I am a woman with very strong opinions and no inhibitions when it comes to expressing my mind." Not waiting for someone to open the door for her, Genevieve did it herself turning to face the King. "The sooner you understand that, the sooner we can come to a mutual understanding." Giving him a curtsy she continued. "Thank you for escorting me to my chambers. I wish you a good night,  Your Majesty." And with a swish of her skirts Genevieve turned, entered her rooms and closed the door behind her.<br/><br/>Genevieve was greeted by an unhappy Elenore and meek ladies maids. "Oh don't look at me like that." Genevieve directed to Elenore with a small pout. She went to a floor length mirror and began slipping her gloves off while Mildred started on undoing her gown. "He is insufferable." Her words came out a huff. Was<span style="font-style: italic">she</span>the one having a tantrum now? Lavern hid a smile while taking Genevieve's hair down and brushing her curls. Both were used to their Lady being in such a petulant mood after the first meeting. Elenore, however, was not and looked visibly upset with Genevieve as she pulled a shift and robe and waited to dress her in it.