Geneviève looks at the men around her and then rubs her wrists, the brusing on them was awful. She looked up at the king. "I will tell you again,  that is did not kill him, he was poisoned!" She said to him. "Why would i kill the man i love!" She said as she stood up her long violet and blue hair unruly from the years she spent in the prison locked up. She had drak bags under her eyes, and cuts all over her body. Her rags where drenched in dried blood