((my mind just played it along, and I typed it as I saw it.... liked it so much that I wrote it down and showed my english teacher... apparently I started channeling Charles Dickens XD))<br/><br/>Alyxander got moments of sleep over the course of the night, but as soon as he began to doze off, something awoke him again. Not that he needed much sleep for the day ahead. Death took very little energy on his end. When the guards came, all armed with rope and grins plastered on their faces, he knew there was no need to await fate any longer. The time was upon them. The hour of their deaths was drawing near. Of course, the guards went for the sleeping prince beside him, and he was almost jealous that the other boy had gotten some peace and passed the time... while he had spent the torturous hours staring away at the walls, counting cracks in the bricks just to distract himself. Not that he would admit to being afraid. He stared on straight ahead without any hint of expression or emotion as two guards worked at binding him up as well. Their touch was nowhere near gentle, but that barely mattered. As the two young men were yanked to their feet and dragged to the wagon that would cart them to their demise, the guards made jokes, cruel things just to spite the two prisoners. "I wonder how long it will take for the pretty little princess to die?" "Maybe the gallows will be merciful upon her worthless life and spare her with a quick death." "Or have her hang there 'til the rope suffocates her." Alyxander aimed a good kick at the guard holding him, hissing at the comments. "She is worth many times more than you lot shall ever hope to be worth." The guard yanks on the ropes binding his arms, making him cry out even as much as he tried to hold back. His shoulders seemed split with the force of the tug, but lucky for him they were neither dislocated nor broken; anymore force, and he would have been paralyzed for sure. When they finally reached the wagon, he was tossed in after Raoul. His head crashed against the wood, and for a moment he didn't move. His vision blurred, but eventually regained focus.<span style="font-style: italic">"Josephine!"</span>His eyes opened again, and he struggled to sit up. Sure enough, the brave princess was being led towards the cart, gaze on the ground, but head held high. Her arms were pinioned behind her, but she walked with a composed step.<br/><br/>Thoughts of her dream, and of what lay ahead of her, ran rampant through Josephine's mind as she was led out of her cell and down to the wagon. She didn't bother keeping track of how long it took, how many steps there were to the endless staircase she was walking down. When she finally reached the sunlight, her eyes were closed, blinking against the glare. It was then that she heard her name being called. Her head raised, and the happiest sight she could imagine in this time of darkness awaited her. Raoul, though bound as she was, was alive, breathing, and waiting for her. As much as she wished he would not die, the thought that they would be together to the death comforted her greatly. She was hoisted into the wagon, hitting her shoulder painfully on the hard wood, but making no more than a hiss. The young female looked over at her love, then to her brother. Alyxander said nothing, only giving her a small smile and a nod. A little while later, the Williams were dragged out, though neither of them struggled either. A few tears stained the woman's face, and a streak of blood colored the husband's forehead from a blow to the head. Soon they too were loaded up. All the happy family, all to meet their end.