Josephine blushed a little, back to her shy and sheepish nature. Last night had been beyond any dreams she could have imagined though, and she did not regret one second of it even though had ended in this tragedy. "Yes, indeed. You were clearly impatient, as was I." She giggled softly, smiling finally as she noticed Raoul was more relaxed now and didn't look like he was in so much pain any longer. His skin was still pale, but just a bit of color was beginning to return, showing he was healing; as slow as it may be. She smiled and leaned down, willing to comply with the suggestion. Her lips fell lightly upon his, but did not remain there for long before a voice rang out in the morning air.<br/><br/>"I knew the charming little prince would be no good."<br/><br/>Josephine yanked back, glancing over to the treeline and seeing Alyxander standing just out of the shadows, glaring at her and Raoul. She looked down at Raoul, gently helping him sit up before getting to her feet. Her lips parted to speak, but the furious male at the edge of the clearing began first. "I told you to stay in the house. How are we to protect you if you are always waltzing off like this?" "And what if I do not need to be protected? I can defend myself just fine." Her own words hurt her, as she knew she had been weak last night, and because of her inability to protect herself Raoul had been hurt. "It would not matter if the king had his entire guard attack. You would not stand a chance, none of us would. You are acting like a child." His gaze fixed on Raoul, blazing with anger. "And you! You dare lure her out here. What if your father was to come upon you two? Or was that your plan all along?" "He would never-" "Be silent, Josephine. You have not the right to speak." He approached the two, but Josephine stepped between them. "You want to harm him, you will have to go through me."