Josephine raised her head a bit and peeked up at Raoul. "You have made me stronger than before I met you. I was fighting before, but I have now found something worth fighting for; and that gives me courage." Alyxander remained unmoving in his chair, his gaze flashing between Raoul and Josephine. He would have never thought the prince would be so adamant about her being queen, to say that she would be fine on her own and without him. But surely he knew how much he meant to Josephine; sometimes Raoul seemed a bit clueless as to how important he truly was... He was Josephine's spirit and strength, her happiness, her true love. If she was ever to lose him it would take forever to heal her, if it could be done. Anyone could see that just by the look in her eyes when Raoul was around.