“This evening’s supper, My Lady.”  The manservant stood erect with his hands clasped behind his back.  “His Majesty would have a private meal with Her Ladyship once she is rested.  Until then the castle is yours to examine, My Lady.”  A soft knock came from the Lady’s chamber door.  “Ah yes.  Your servant is here.”  If Genevieve permitted it, the doors would open to reveal an older woman in crisp attire.  She was sturdy yet noble in appearance, with a motherly air and a heavy accent.  “Tis’ an honor Me Lady.  The gardens here are quite lovely with all the butterflies and that.  King Motto has a rather extensive collection you might say.”<br/><br/>“Elenore is to serve Your Ladyship until the Wedding.”  With a polite bow, the manservant would wait for his dismissal as well as Elenore should Genevieve choose so.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the young King brooded in his study; he’d gotten into his royal finery and now had to sit in it until supper.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “It certainly took them long enough to get here..”</span>He sighed, tugging at his coat.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “I’d send for her now and be done with it if wasn’t such an impropriety.”</span>Growling with agitation, he pushed aside the papers he was supposed to be looking over.  How was he supposed to<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">think</span></span>when his bride-to-be was probably ordering her chamber painted black to match that blasted parasol of hers?  It was a poor way to greet her new Kingdom to be sure.  Lady Genevieve had already made a fool of him and she hadn’t even been presented to him yet!<span style="color: #00FF40">“Hector.. ready my horse.  I shall have a ride.”  <span style="font-style: italic">‘and clear my mind of this nonsense.’</span></span>