Josephine tried not to waver in her strength, for the Raoul's sake, and her family's. The scene differed from her dream though. The crowd barely spoke, nor made any noise. One step, two steps. It was not as hard as it had seemed, and not as slow. Three steps, four steps. Perhaps it shall be as quick a death as she had dreamed though. Five steps, and beneath the rope. Her eyes closed as she was pulled to a halt beneath it, calm beneath the noose that encircled her throat moments later. Tightened a little, just in case. Her head turned slightly as the rest of her doomed companions were marched up onto the scaffold, taking a steadying breath. Alyxander gave her a gentle look and raised his chin, motioning for her to keep her head high. The Williams were still teary eyed, but unafraid for their fate. And Raoul. Her dear, sweet Raoul. The smile on his face, even at this terrible moment before her death, gave her all the strength she might have been losing. "I love you." She mouthed. She felt the rope jerk a little, and the guard that had brought her up told her to keep her head straight. With one fleeting and final glance back at her life, she faced forward and looked onward. The people of the kingdom, peasant and noble alike, stood with mixed expressions as the King pronounced her sentence. They knew too well who she was, what she was. Some were crying, a handful had a look of triumph in their eyes. But none were not moved at all by this. Her eyes closed as she heard the last words begin. "And I hereby sentence the traitorous princess Josephine to-" "STOP!" Josephine's eyes opened, the crowd breaking into murmurs and making way for the owner of the voice whom had delayed her death. Terry emerged to the front of the crowd, glaring up at the king and his guards. "You dares to kill our princess, when she has done for us more goods than you ever haves?" Many voices in the crowd cheered in agreement. Josephine didn't think for a moment that this would stop this, but it may prolong her life a little. Her only thought was of fear for poor little Terrance, who could easily be put to death as well for this offense. She gave him a pleading look, shaking her head.