Josephine nodded, glancing up a little when she heard footsteps.<span style="font-style: italic">"WILL NOT THE WENCH EAT?!"</span><span style="font-style: italic">"I believe I have her where she will bend to our will."</span>She could tell by his expression that he was faking his tone.<span style="font-style: italic">"Tell her to hurry up or it will be the lash!"</span>The princess shuddered at the thought and quickly turned her gaze away, acting more fearful than she was; still, that punishment she would be rewarded with if she didn't eat did not sound pleasant in the least. She quickly pulled the plate onto her lap and began to eat, taking careful bites, but eating a bit quickly to make it seem that she was complying and trying hard to avoid giving the other guards a reason to get near her at all. Not that it would keep them away for long. She glanced up secretively to the guard that still remained in her cell, her eyes hiding a message;<span style="font-style: italic">Thank you, for all of this. I appreciate it.</span>