Josephine didn't understand at first, in more shock initially about what she had just heard. When the full realization hit her, she nearly fell from her chair. Alyxander rushed to her side quickly, catching her arm gently with a concerned look. "Are you alright, princess?" 'I-I'm the princess? But how could that be possible? Why? How had I escaped?' Flashes of memory suddenly hit her. Flashes of the dreams she'd had so many years before, about the castle. Then bits and pieces of her escape; the bloodshed that had taken place. By the time it had subsided, the poor girl had passed out from the sudden shock. Alyxander caught her before she could fall, sighing upon finding that she was out cold. "I feared she would react badly. But never this badly."