Beatrix stopped laughing, but didn't step down even as Raoul spoke in Josephine's defense.<span style="font-style: italic">I am sorry madam but I am afraid it is YOU who has been misinformed... THIS is my fiance we will be wed on the 'morrow. I suggest you stop with your superior tone as Josephine far out ranks you either way."</span>Her eyes flickered to the supposed fiance of the prince whom had been offered to her as a husband; had his father told him nothing? Who was this pathetic little bird anyways, to steal away her rightful place upon the throne? "You must be playing. 'Tis not funny, my lord. Your father arranged for me to become your wife in these summer months, for me to rise onto this throne at your side."<span style="font-style: italic">"She is the queen of this kingdom and you would do well to show her your respect."</span>"This little strumpet is no queen. Where did you get her, anyways? Bought off of some foreign market as a slave? She has not the looks of a queen, nor will she ever. I was promised your love and your kingdom, to rule beside you. I will not settle to be ignored like this for some petty little outcast." Josephine winced a couple times, hurt by Beatriz's insults. Imploring that she had been a slave, that she had been bought by Raoul... her anger flared as well as her sadness.