Josephine gave Raoul and saddened, scared look; not fear for herself, but fear for him. He was badly hurt, and she could see his stitches had been ripped out. As the king stepped forward, she glared fearlessly up at him, unable to speak but had she been able to it would not have been very ladylike. She did not whine, but took in a deep breath as his nails marked the flesh of her neck. The pleasure of seeing her cower and whimper would not be earned by him. She didn't react really to the threat, only stiffened a little in her bindings, but her gaze instantly went to Raoul at the last part. Her head shook, her pure white hair splaying out around her, nearly reaching the ground as she was kept kneeling at the feet of the king. When Raoul answered, however, she knew it was a lie, but acted genuinely betrayed, tugging at the ropes a bit before hanging her head.