Josephine smiled a tiny bit, but not much, as her happiness was worn and frozen. But hope remained, as long as Raoul's warm arms were around her, protecting her. If she was to be yanked from that protection, she would be weak. She sighed softly as he loosened the ropes around her wrists further, noticing his own wrists were bloody from him struggling. His pain added to her concern. At the mention of Alyxander storming the castle, she nodded, knowing that her 'brother' would stop at nothing to see that Raoul had not betrayed them. He would take matters into his own hands. But that may be days away... what may happen over that time, as it was many long hours unknown to them both, that may be a living nightmare. Then the kiss... her thoughts and fear melted away at the feel of his lips on hers, comforting her, cherishing her. No more acting like the cruel prince and princess whore any longer. Just the two of them, peaceful, happy.