Josephine lay on her bed, staring out the window and watching the setting sun. She was busy counting the minutes that went by, nothing else to preoccupy her. Madam William opened the door and peeked in, sighing. "You have not moved from that spot for hours, m'dear. Are you alright?" " 'Tis nothing but homesickness." The woman perched on the edge of the bed, and Josephine turned her gaze away from the glass. "You are missing Raoul, are you not?" "Most of all. He is all I can think about." "Everything will be fine though. Your prince is strong, and fearless if for your contentment. He would want you to be happy, not lay here dying from loneliness."