"Well, well..." the king said slowly twirling his robe in his fingers.  Raoul's eyes watched it with a determination not to look up at his father as he was unwilling to give anything away.  "That girl you were dancing with...who was she?" he asked sharply his eyes boring into him like a hawk.<br/><br/>"I don't know her name" Raoul said measuring his thoughts concentrated on the fact that this was not a complete lie... that was the trick to getting away with lying to his father and he truly didn't know her sir name; which is what he knew his father would be looking for.<br/><br/>"MY ASS!" The old man roared raising his hand again and Raoul backed up quickly to avoid the blow.  The old man staggered with his own momentum.  "I think I know EXACTLY who she is..." He said with hatred filled eyes.  "You will see her again yes?...Don't bother answering me I know you will just lie again...when you do how about you ask your little whore from where she comes...mark my words she is using you my boy...she wants this throne back and the ruthless little bitch is willing to do anything to get it."<br/><br/>"You no nothing of her!" Raoul growled back angrily at his father.  But something in his fathers words made him pause "what do you mean back?" He asked a horrible idea forming in his mind.  "You selfish son of a bitch what did you do?!"<br/><br/>About that time the wine which he had partaken in made him very dizzy and he stumbled his father smiled standing over his unconscious body while he tucked a small vile of potent sleeping liquid back into the folds of his robe. "You will find out if it's her whether you like it or not," he sneered before having him carried back to his room.<br/><br/>The next morning the prince woke up groggy his head fuzzy and his vision blurred he tried to remember what had happened but could not remember anything past his father saying something about Josephine reclaiming the throne.  He got out of bed dressing quickly and heading off into the village.  it wasn't long until he smelled the sweet delicate scent he was searching for and followed it down a path and into a large clearing full of white roses.  The sun had almost reached its height in the sky.  He had little time, he began to work stringing roses together with skilled hands like he used to do when he was younger.  it wasn't long until he had created an impressive ring of thorn-less white roses for them to sit in like their own little world.