Josephine smiled as Raoul picked her up in her arms, carrying her over to the bed and laying her upon the sheets. She sat up a little, reaching out to help him undress, but he was quick to shed the excessive layers of clothing. His marred skin was crisscrossed with scars enough for him to look like a soldier, and he had that kind of presence and build to him; he easily could pass himself off as one. But the imperfections of his skin made no matter to her. In her mind, each one lasted as proof of his valiant bravery and how he had survived everything that had stood between them. She wrapped her arm around his waist as the king leaned over her, kissing her lips as she kissed back. Her chest rose and fell, her breathing deep and calm for the moment. When he shifted to lay beside her, Josephine turned a little, trailing her fingers over his bare chest. "We have all night, we need not rush nor be too slow if you wish not. I will follow where you lead, at the pace you lead at."