Josephine listened intently, cocking her head just the slightest bit. She could have sworn she remembered such a story, or a similar for of it. "Many people are alike the white rose. As am I, in some form. I have many secrets others shall not find out; lest I be put to death. Quite a curious story though, I have heard it before... somewhere, though I do not know where." She stood with her hands behind her, eyes on the ground while she thought. "That legend could have been true, so long ago. But love in this age is merely a lust of the will and body, nothing more. True love is far too delicate to survive such a time as this."