Josephine paid no mind to the guard just outside her cell, looking up at the barred-up window that was near the ceiling of her cell. The sight of moonlight was comfort to her at least. She would live to see another night like this, see was sure... but how many more. Did the king plan to kill her, or all of them, or just her and Raoul? The thoughts of that scared her than any of the guards ever could.<br/><br/>The Williams' were allowed to stay in the same cell, but with a warning that if they started any attempt to escape they would be separated and punished. Sir William paced back and forth along the width of the cell, while his wife remained sitting with her back against the wall, watching him. "You need not exhaust yourself, dear. There is no need for such pacing such as this." They both glanced quickly towards the staircase as footsteps were heard, and Sir William pressed back away from the bars of the cell so that he could not be accused of anything. As they were offered food, they hesitantly took it, but it seemed fine; surprisingly for them. They both ate, carefully at first, then at a more comfortable pace. Madame William glanced up at the mention of their 'daughter, knowing the guard meant Josephine, and narrowed her eyes. "You and your friends best leave her be. The poor girl has done naught to deserve this." Her husband shushed her, and they went back to eating in silence.