genevieve is quiet as she tosses handfuls of the petals into the steaming bath - she, too, has stripped down to just her chemise, her jewelry and other finery long forgotten on her vanity.

it isn't until the basket is empty and she stands to put it elsewhere that she catches him staring.

"oh--"

as promised, she leaves to gather a basket full of rose petals, eventually returning to their private bathroom with the basket resting on her hip.

"if you do, i might join you in the bath."

she smirked, though it quickly disappeared.

"i'll call a servant to fill the bath. leave the rose petals to me. why don't you go put your armor away, darling?"

with that promise made, she kisses him again and again.

"good-- now, let me run a bath for us, yes?"

"Promise me?"

she slowly pulls away, cupping his cheeks as she studies him.

she's quick to embrace him, hiding her face against his chest.

"you have been dearly missed, darling."

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She hums softly, adjusting how she sits in her seat, fixing how her skirt lays over her legs.

"Duchess Genevieve Tyranall, of Gialia. And you are...?"

She watches the other in silence for a long moment before her voice echoes from behind her porcelain mask.

"Your face is not familiar to me, unfortunately."

The empress sighs, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Sleep calls her name, and yet she refuses.

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Genevieve has, much to her chagrin, been up since the wee hours of the morning.

Perhaps she'll... just lie down for a little while.

Genevieve watched in silence as the glass was set on the corner of her desk - earl grey tea.

"Take this away. I have no want for it."

She waved her hand dismissively, returning to the myriad documents that lay before her.

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Exhausted sapphire eyes raise to the door, slightly ajar, with the man standing in what would have been an otherwise empty space.

"What is it?" She said curtly, adjusting how her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose. "Be quick with it. I do not have all day."

The empress sighs, rubbing tiredly at her eyes. Sleep calls her name, and yet she refuses.

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She smooths her skirt down over her hips, sighing softly to herself.

It's looking to be a very, ( very ) long day...

She smooths her skirt down over her hips, sighing softly to herself.

It's looking to be a very, ( very ) long day...

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