Beatrix hid her insulted feelings when Raoul spoke of the sundial. She was a princess, of course she knew how to read a sundial. In no way was she stupid: And never would she stoop so low as to ask this petty little brat to aid her, even if she didn't. Josephine tried hard not to laugh a bit at the expression on the other female's face, able to clearly see through the act. But neither one spoke a word in response to Raoul, or to each other. The queen gave him and soft smile and a look back, showing she understood, and curtseyed a little to him before he walked off. And that left the alter ego females to their own devices.<br/><br/>Alyxander was helping out with the guard duty, as Josephine had dealt with quite a few already. The ones that were not loyal to her had been sent off, but barely any new ones added in so far. So that meant he was put in their place for now: or put himself there, anyways. He was leaning back against the wall near the front door, his light brown hair in his face, shadowing his eyes as he was deep in thought. His gaze raised when he heard footsteps, and noticed it was Raoul. A slight smirk came to his lips, and he bowed. "Good morning, my king. I trust you had a good night." Knowing good would not even begin to describe it.