Alyxander eventually stopped his struggling, listening to the conversation. He had known Josephine would feel guilty over this, though it was no one's fault but the king. He could only wonder how the poor princess was doing. Hopefully the guards had kept their filthy hands off of her. She didn't deserve to suffer any more than she had the last time she had been trapped here. But that suffering would be over sooner than expected. There were no windows in the throne room, so there was no way for Raoul and Alyx to tell how much time had passed, or if it was day or night. Before the guard left, Alyx spoke again. "Pass on a message from me as well, if you could, sir." He paused a moment, then continued. "The sparrow may die, but her song shall live on." He knew this would probably confuse the guard, but Josephine would understand it.