Josephine's facade of fearless strength was chipped by the terror of what may very well happen to Terrance. His words rang true in the air though, she could plainly see it in the faces of the onlookers. Not only the peasants, who were already itching for change, but as Terry continued, a few of the higher status citizens burst into their own whispers. The wind was alive with the murmuring of a thousand echoing voices. Josephine smiled, until she noticed that the guards were targeting the child. "No! She cried out as Terry was bound and knocked out. A few tears pricked her eyes. "Stop this madness and torture! He is but a child, he knows not what he has done!" These words were aimed directly at the king, and she glared in his direction. "If I am to die, with my family and<span style="font-style: italic">your</span>son, then so be it. Let the child live." Her head turned as another shout rose in the air.<span style="color: #0080FF">"Mutiny! You would be willing to murder your own flesh and blood!"</span><span style="color: #BF00BF">"This kingdom deserves better than the suffering you have brought upon us!"</span><span style="color: #FF4000">"Your greed has gone far enough!"</span><span style="color: #BF0000">"Freedom for us! Freedom for Princess Josephine!"</span><br/><br/>Josephine looked around the crowd, though not entirely shocked that they were demanding change like this. Especially after what Terrance had said. Hope to survive this was still very slim, as any moment from now the King could easily have her dead. The rest of her companions may be saved, but she was already in the noose; all it would take is the pull of the lever. She noticed how uneasy the guards were getting, knowing that the mob could not be subdued by more violence. If anyone else is dragged out from the crowd, it would only give the remainder a better reason to attack.