As noon came around again, Josephine got ready to meet up with Raoul again. But before she could leave, Alyxander stopped her. "And just where do you think you're going?" He leaned in front of the door, blocking her way out. "Another walk, perhaps?" He sighed, cutting her off before she could speak. "This is a dangerous time, Josephine. You cannot trust anyone to keep your secrets any more. Sir William risked everything to rescue you the night the palace was attacked. If you are found out, we are all done for. Don't you understand? You are the only hope left for this kingdom. And you cannot be protected if you keep running off like this." "I am not a child, you know I have learned to fight. I am not helpless." "No, not helpless. But too trusting." "I shall bring my sword if it comforts you-" "No, you will not be leaving at all!" Josephine stepped back as he raised his voice; Alyx was never the type to yell. "This is the only place where you will be truly safe. I, along with the rest of our fallen kingdom, will not allow for you to put all of this at danger with your foolishness any longer." Josephine whimpered, as he looked about ready to strike her, and darted off to her room. What was she to do? If she ran off, she would be in more trouble. But what about Raoul? She knew he was waiting for her... but if she never came, what then? What would he think? 'Raoul, I'm sorry... I am so, so sorry.'