Beatrix watched the couple with calm and shadowed eyes. Behind that charade was a look of fury. Furious that she had lost the crown and Raoul's love to someone as pathetic as this little queen was. Livid that Raoul didn't even give her a chance. But she wouldn't hand over the throne, prince and crown she had been promised by the prior king. She deserved better than being disregarded like this; such a pity little Josephine hadn't stepped aside. It could have been peaceful, quiet terms; but this was personal. But how to win the prince over and make him reconsider another wife? How to cheat the so-called queen out of her title?<br/><br/>Josephine leaned on Raoul, looking at him with comforted and trusting eyes. He would never abandon her for a stuck up little witch like Beatrix, she was sure of it. "She won't stay in that mindset for long. I won't allow someone like this to poison the peace and happiness we have gained for this kingdom; not now, not ever." She wanted the other princess out of there, but as that was not going to work, she might as well try to be peaceful. Perhaps if they came to accept the reality and figure out some solution to this nothing had to be done.