Josephine pulled back away from the king's touch, still glaring up at him. As he spoke though, she gasped, then glared again. "You bastard!" Was all she could think up at that moment. The thought horrified her, that he was not only cruel enough to murder her parents, but violate her mother as well. 'What if he does the same to me?' A bit of fear rose, but she choked it down again, her anger more powerful. "A man who disgraces women is more than a monster. May you rot in hell for your sins." Her blue eyes burned with a vicious fire, but somewhere behind that strength was sadness and fear and loss. If her fury was broken, there would be nothing holding her up.