Beatrix gasped as Raoul mentioned that his father was not in power; in fact, stuck in the dungeon. She had no doubt that it was the doing of the spoiled little maiden who stood behind the new king. How else would that have occurred?<span style="font-style: italic">"I am the king here and this is my queen to insult her this way is to tempt a force you do not wish to reckon with madam I can assure you. As far her origin's are concerned that is no business of yours but tapestries of her blood line hang throughout these halls where mine do not...do wish to ask if she bought me?"</span>She swallowed a bit of her pride and shook her head, dipping into a shallow curtsy. "No, my king." Putting aside the topic of the supposed marriage, which she would get straightened out sooner or later, she turned her attention to another matter. "Well, this misunderstanding is most unfortunate for me. I have been expected to remain here for a while, as I had come to spend some time with my supposed husband. Alas, I have no other place to stay. Surely you would not turn away a foreign princess in need of shelter. 'Twould look terrible in the eyes of your citizens, would it not." Josephine glowered at the ground, wanting very badly to tell the pompous, spoiled princess to leave and find some other place to stay. But the arrogant woman had some truth to her; if they turned her away, it would not look very hospitable in the face of the public, or the nobles. Besides, when she returned to her own kingdom, the princess could easily use any excuses to ruin the relations towards Josephine and Raoul; war could break loose, word would spread like wildfire. It would ruin the kingdom's trade and relations forever. But that was probably exactly what Beatrix wanted.