"Please, father, has any of my siblings-" Genevieve's words were cut off as the commotion ahead caught both her and her father's eye. Motto, in all his enthusiasm, made quite the spectacle of himself in his attempt to greet the King of Faldothia. Genevieve would have laughed had it not been for her dark mood. As it were, she felt a little annoyed at the interruption. Not that she said anything, of course. Her conversation hadn't been terribly important.<br/><br/>"Important you say? Why, King Motto, you flatter an old man." Layvterna chuckled, a hearty chuckle that brought his hands up to his round belly as it shook. By the looks of him, one wouldn't guess that he was trying to sell off his oldest daughter. The thought led Genevieve to remember the bride price, and her father's lie. But before Genevieve could speak, the men moved away from her. She'd have followed, had it not been for her injury. Of course, when her eyes fell upon a pair of young adults, obviously royals, all thoughts of the bride price left Genevieve's head. She stood to her feet, the book she had been reading was discarded to the side as the princess hobbled her way to the cathedral's entrance.<br/><br/>"Cassie, Gerald!" They were choked sobs, spoken from across the room. Cassie, one of her middle sisters of 16 spotted Genevieve first. It was startling the similarities between the two. The only differences being Cassie's pale hair was straight to Genevieve's curls, and she had a good few inches over her older sister. Cassie motioned for the lanky boy at her right, pointing to the limping princess. The boy, obviously Gerald, frowned at the site. Despite his older sisters 10 year seniority, Gerald had a strong sense of duty towards her -towards all his siblings, really- he was Layvterna's oldest son at 11. It was his duty to protect his family.<br/><br/>"Genevieve!" Cassie waved at her older sister, dragging her young brother along. The girl wrapped her arms around the betrothed woman who tried her very hardest not to break down into tears. She tried, and failed.<br/><br/>"How long will you both be staying??" Genevieve wiped the fallen tears from her face as she reached out to squeeze Gerald's arm. He had a look of concern on his face. Concern he didn't mind voicing. Of all her siblings, Gerald had taken after Genevieve, and never held back his thoughts.<br/><br/>"Why are you limping?" A pointed gaze was had towards Motto. While Gerald coudln't outright accuse the man of violence against Genevieve, that did not stop Gerald from insinuating. His question and gaze did not go amiss by Cassie, either. Her own brow furrowed as she looked to where King Motto and her father stood talking. Genevieve followed their gaze only to drag the pair back to her pew, where she had been sitting.<br/><br/>"It's nothing like that.." There was visible relief in the pairs body language, postures relaxed and smiles pulled at lips. Really, it was startling how alike they all looked. "Motto has been nothing but kind to me."<span style="font-style: italic">And Setaphina.</span>Genevieve had to banish the thought from her mind with a physical shake of her head. "You haven't answered my question." Genevieve hadn't missed the subject change. "How long will you both be staying?"<br/><br/>______<br/><br/>"What is so important that you needed to discuss with me, King Motto?" There was almost a sort of smugness in the old man's voice. "Has my daughter been giving you a hard time?" Green eyes, not dissimilar to Genevieve's looked to the young woman as she called for her siblings that had just entered the cathedral. "I warned your advisors she was a free spirited and vocal young woman. I hope you hadn't allowed me to come all this way just to call off the wedding, when a simple message would have sufficed." Of course, had King Motto send a message, it would have reached them along the road. In order for Layvterna to make it to the wedding he had to leave almost as soon as Genevieve had.