Josephine was slightly surprised when Raoul suddenly pulled her into a deep and passionate kiss. But her surprise wore off within the moment, and she fell into the heat of the moment. She had missed the feel of his lips against hers, his gentle touch. Her thoughts returned back to the white rose garden, their moment of unbridled passion... mostly on Raoul's part, but still... and she smiled a bit, parting her lips. Alyxander had come out of his room and strode down the stairs. He stopped for a moment at the bottom, greeted with the passionate scene before him. Typically he would have torn Josephine away and accused Raoul of seducing her, but he could tell they were both equally requited in their feelings. There was no point in pushing the prince away now, he was as much a part of the princess's life as any one else. He walked into the kitchen, deciding to ignore them for the moment until things cooled down a bit. Josephine hadn't heard him, and simply remained in her peaceful, happy moment with Raoul.