Josephine curled up in her corner, burying her face against her dress and her knees against her chest. She did not want to hear his cries, did not want to see the pain poor Raoul was suffering through. Each little noise made her winced and whimper a little to herself. She could only imagine how harsh it was on the prince. Her fingers curled into her palms as the torture began, her nails leaving indents in her skin but not yet cutting through.