Josephine caught her breath, feeling sick and frightened by this idea. Not only would no one be able to do anything to comfort her, but she wouldn't be able to do anything to help them either. She was most worried about Raoul and Alyx, as they were sure to stir up trouble with the guards. Her lips parted to beg for a change, anything different... then she swallowed her fear and kept silent. She would not give the king the pleasure of seeing her beg and plead helplessly for mercy. Her gaze turned to Raoul as her yanked against his own bindings and was kicked in return, whining softly. The guard holding her yanked her to her feet by her hair, and she tried to struggle away. "No! Unhand me! Let me go!"