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The room had gotten pretty silent after her father left, Desmond not speaking another word since then. She herself did not mind really, it just meant she really didn't need to try and start a conversation. Not that she wanted to in the first place. The young girl cleared her throat just a little, she couldn't help but to feel as if she had forgotten about something. Finally she sighed, getting up from her seat, but just as she did so, a servant came into the room.

"Excuse me, Princess Genevieve," they said, "but your father had sent me to fetch you to watch the contest.' The servant looked over to Desmond, "I've also been told to inform you of the contest, the festivities are beginning."

Genevieve knew now what she was forgetting, the contest, she was suppose to be there as well to watch. Though she more than likely, wasn't going to. "Alright, I will take myself there, you may escort Prince Desmond there. I'm sure he doesn't know where it he is to go." She said with a slight nod of her head towards the servant, whom did the same.

With a quick curtsied to the Prince, she made her way out the door and down the long corridor. But before even walking out of the castle, she stopped at the library to grab a book. It only took a moment of her browsing through everything, till she found something. A fairy tale, that would suffice wonderfully. After that, she made her way to the contest grounds.

It wasn't long until she made it, book in hand, she entered the royal booth. Most of her sisters were there, and both her parents as well. "Sorry I am late," she said, taking her seat, "I had almost forgotten about this.. contest." Genevieve sighed and opened up the book in her hand.

"I do hope it can be somewhat entertaining," she spoke softly, "at least better than the Jester."