Josephine glared up at one last time with what was left of her anger. Her facade was melting though, she was drained now from all that fury. All that was left was sadness and loss. The guard that held her watched the king with a questioning expression. "Where should I put her? In the dungeon?" Josephine pulled hard against the rope, definitely not wanting to go back to the dungeon. This resistance only got her hair pulled, from which she gave a squeal of pain. A soft sob racked through her, emotionally suffering and mentally abused. What was to become of Raoul, or Alyx, or the Williams? She could care less about her fate; she just wanted them to be safe.