Snippet #2399397

Eyes laid upon the book, reading each line, her eyes going back and forth vigorously. Upon hearing her mother's voice, however, she stopped and gave the woman her upmost attention. "I suppose not all too bad," she commented, "though he was rather silent so there wasn't too much that I needed to tolerate of him." With that said, her eyes lay back in the book.

Soon after, she was spoken to by a young female. It was Reagan, curious of the material she was reading over. Her gaze went up and over to the small child, her lips forming a slight smile. "If you would very well like to know," Genevieve moved the book and patted her lap, "you can sit with me. I would not mind reading it to you." Before there was even a chance, the young girl seemed upset, and when she herself looked she saw Reagan's idol defeated and upon the ground.

Genevieve could not understand her young sister's affection for such a brute. The girl could only shake her head and look back down. Things within the pages were much more interesting than what was going on around her. At least in a book she was never bored.

A sigh escaped through the young princesses lips. Once again she was torn away from what she enjoyed most, only to look upon the grounds to the two knights. "Honestly," she spoke, looking back down, "I've no opinion at all."