Josephine knew she would be figured out, but had at least tried. When the guard mentioned telling the king, she became slightly skittish... and even more so at the last thing. The other guard smirked and unlocked the cell, slipping inside and stalking towards her and Raoul. Josephine quickly grabbed the glass shard, knowing that if she pretended to whimper and whine again it would not help her. And she couldn't risk Raoul having to stand up for her. "Uh uh uh, put the glass down, sweetie." But the female slashed out with it as if it was a knife, which she was quite accustomed to; it was simply a small sword after all. She guided the male away from Raoul, making sure he would not be hurt, continuing to try to keep the guard at bay with the glass, dodging blows and attempts at grabbing her. "Stand still, you little bitch!"