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He knew that the gardens in France had to be blooming if they were thriving here in the English environment. But her question distracted him. Looking at their feet as they walked, he thought for a minute, formulating his answer carefully. “Victoire has taken ill as of late, and has requested to be alone,” He said finally. “I’ve seen her for a few minutes at a time, but I do want her to be at her best when she is ready to take visitors,” He said finally, satisfied with his answer. It wasn’t a lie.
“But since you do have my attention, I did have a reason for seeking you out today,” He told her, wanting to change the topic. He felt the same kind of betrayal, deep in his chest, as he had when he’d first met with Victoire behind Isolde’s back. “I have a request of you, now.”
She was dissatisfied with his answer, her face like marble — almost too cold, as she kept her gaze ahead of her, “I see.” Her eyes weren’t trained on anything in particular, more so just acting as guides as she tediously goes over and over every little thing that takes place in her interaction with His Majesty. Genevieve wanted to make sure that she did everything right, calculating each and every step, but perhaps her efforts are wasted. “I’m flattered that you’ve chosen me to merely pass the time with,” she said cooly, her tone dripping in hurt.
Gen knew that she was reaching for the stars when attempting to gain the attention of the King, and when he did grant it to her, she couldn’t help but feel proud of herself. At first it was all in good humor, however it seems like there may have been something more — but clearly she was wrong. His next words threw her off, a brow raising in curiosity as she wondered what his request could be — possibly in regards to Anne? “Of course, Your Majesty,” she replied, finally glancing over at him as she waited for his request.











