"But you could rule as well as I ever could." Josephine whispered. "I may be born a princess, but I was not raised as one. You deserve to rule, not to hand over the throne to a queen who knows nothing of her duty. I am not ready for this birthright I have. The people have suffered enough from tyranny, they will only suffer more if ruled by a monarch who is lost to the ways of royalty." She diverted her crystal gaze to the grass, her hand over Raoul's. Then an idea came to mind. "Last night, when I was told of my true being... my parents had ruled side by side, king and queen, both equal to power. We could be the same. The old power remains, but it is mixed with a newer power. It is still a new dawn, a new heir will have taken the throne. I don't want you to be shamed and lowered from the influence you have fought so hard for just because of your father. You deserve better than that."