Genevieve felt herself being set down and she toiled with a gloved fingertip as her feet touched the ground. . Her brow tapered up and the corners of her lips turned down in evident worry as the King stilled and she looked between Hector and Elenore. The Lady involuntarily trembled as a gust of wind blew past her. The silence was broken as the King reiterated his question, startling Genevieve. Tensions were rising and the entire thing was a bit jarring to Genevieve. Should she say something? Mercifully, Hector spoke up, relieving the tension and Genevieve let out a light breath of air.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">“I cannot express how ..happy I am that you will have me.”</span></span>She looked to him as he held her hand and felt his warmth. Oh goodness, but it was comforting. His expression caused her to worry, though. Surely she had inadvertently hurt him.<span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">“My Lady... I should like to ..spend every hour with you this day. And the next. Let us...finish the painting. Only if it pleases thee.”</span></span><br/><br/>Of course! She had all but forgotten about the portrait. Certainly that came first.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-style: italic">“Command me, dear Lady. I wish to do what pleases you most.”</span></span><br/><br/>Her free hand came up to touch his cheek in an attempt to soothe the hurt she thought she had caused. "We will finish the portrait." She slipped her arm around his as all 4 turned back to the room. Upon returning, Genevieve's eyes sought out first her fallen ladies maid. Lavern sat upon a chair, Mildred fanning her. They both stood to their feet as the pair entered, followed by Elenore and Hector. The painter, his back to the door, sat at the easel, scribbling frantically in a sketchbook their passionate embrace. Genevieve blushed. On the opposite page, he had outlined the King kneeling before her, her hand in his. There was something about it.<br/><br/>"I like this one." Genevieve pointed to it as the painter jumped, having been startled at their reappearance. "Don't you agree, My Lord." She had straightened, her head cocked to one side and she crossed her arms with a finger under her chin as she admired the rough draft. "Yes, I like this much better than what I had originally chosen, there's just something more...natural bout it." Plus she was sitting down, but that, naturally, had nothing to do with her decision should anyone have asked. The painter muttered an embarrassed agreement and Genevieve returned to the chair and draped her skirts, with Mildred's help.<br/><br/>The portrait took longer than Genevieve had expected. There were plenty of breaks for the pair to stretch their legs and lunch was brought as the sun neared it's zenith. Genevieve didn't mind. Even though the room was full of people, She enjoyed this time with the King. "I think we should go for a boat ride after this." That could be romantic. "After I change of course. I'm certain this blasted gown will sink us should I wear it." Genevieve chuckled at her own joke, she thought it was clever, weather the King did or not.