Raoul slipped out of the room after a moment to try and find Josephine. Not 20 feet from his door he spotted her.  Her white hair fell in luxurious silky  waves down her back and fading into her green dress.  The dress she had chosen was excellent.  It was simple yet elegant and not overly frivolous so the people would not resent it or even be jealous of it.  He knew after today the girls around the kingdom would probably ask for a dress like this one to be made for special occasions, probably some of the wives as well.  He used the crutch he had been given to keep weight off of his bad knee and moved forward behind her seeing the tapestry displayed that she was looking at he smiled a bitter sweet smile.  This was the family that had been ripped from Josephine's tiny fingers.  He reached out and touched her shoulder gently.  "They would be so proud of you today Josephine...you have shown such courage up to the point of being on deaths door.  Not many men I know would be capable of that." He tried to smile comfortingly at her but it was not the easiest task after all the reason why she did not know these people well was because of his father.