Alyxander could not agree more with Raoul on this matter. The guard, as furious as he was, didn't get the chance to do anything else to them before he was called away. Alyx sighed, wondering what time it was, how much time they had left. "Let us hope we may see the others before our deaths. At least we will have the chance to speak with her one last time." He didn't speak of Josephine's name, aware of how upset Raoul would be if he did.<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/>Josephine's mind wandered through the darkness yet ahead of her, desperate just to pass away the time she had left. The darkness of nothing turned to a vision of terror. She sat in the back of a cart, silent with the rest of her family, Raoul trying to tell her that everything would be alright. But each time that she glanced over towards his voice, he was never there. The rattling of the tumbril stopped. The young woman was pulled out, held by her arm. One step. Her ears picked up on the murmuring of a gathered crowd. Two steps. Her name was being called, but it was so far at a distance that it barely reached her ears. Three steps. Her eyes could then see over the wood of the last step. And what she saw was no happy sight. Four steps. Her arm was tugged, telling her not to hesitate. Five steps, and she was on the scaffold. She gazed upon the rope that would end her life, closed her eyes and prayed it would be quick. The hand at her arm pulled her towards her death, and the princess didn't resist. She couldn't, for she knew it was to come anyways. And she accepted her fate. The noose was put around her throat, ready to kill. Tightened a little, just in case. Her head turned to glance back, and she saw all that could have been fading in the distance. Raoul fighting against the guard that held him. The Williams' telling her to be brave. Alyxander and his calm smile.<span style="font-style: italic">The sparrow may die, but her song shall live on.</span>Her death told her to turn back around, keep her head straight, don't look back, and forced her to comply.<span style="font-style: italic">The sparrow may die, but her song shall live on.</span>'And I hereby sentence the traitorous princess Josephine to death.' And all went silent.<br/><br/>Josephine sat up with a jolt, gasping, reeling in the dream. Footsteps neared her cell. A guard stopped in front of the bars, grinning at her. "It's time, princess." And now the real nightmare begins.<br/><br/>((I hope you don't mind that I time skipped ^^ I couldn't think up anything else to do in the meantime...and sorry I drew out the dream so much))