<span style="font-style: italic">"If that is what my queen wants then that is what she shall receive..."</span>Josephine leaned into his embrace, glancing back at Raoul as he headed to the door and locked it. If anyone walked in and found them asleep together, no doubt word would arise. The guards that had served under the past king already believed she was a whore, and might as well be at that point. The servants did not need to be skeptical of her morals as well. She smiled gently at him as he returned to her side, sighing with contentment as his fingers traced down the back of her neck.<span style="font-style: italic">"Can I help you get ready for bed?"</span>The words he spoke sent sparks through her and a shiver up her spine. Her heart jumped and fluttered, but she knew it was not proper for tonight to be anything less than innocent; she swore to herself that she would not let her control waver now, that she would keep in line. "I would want nothing else. Besides, I cannot unlace my dress by myself."