Alyxander sat at the dining room table, listening to Josephine's soft crying; he could hear it from here. 'What has gotten her so upset? She had never minded being stuck inside so much before now.' His thoughts were silenced when he heard a knock at the door. Curious, as the household rarely got visitors, he went to the door and opened it a bit. "Can I help you, sir?" He asked carefully, not opening the door too much.<br/><br/>Josephine whined and whimpered or a little while, crying not over the thoughts for Raoul, nor her lost freedom. She didn't want to be the princess, she didn't want to be protected. She could handle herself perfectly fine without this trouble. Sure, the king upon the throne was a tyrant; but how would she rule? She had no idea how to be a queen, she didn't know how to control the kingdom. This responsibility was a heavy weight upon her shoulders that was difficult to carry.