"You need not worry about me. Had I thought it would be allowed, last night would not have been so uneventful. I had been ready the night we were in the glade. I have been waiting ever since." Josephine whispered quickly back before Raoul kissed her. She drew her fingers through his thick sandy blonde hair until they pulled out of the kiss. With a brief farewell, she saw him off, and did not move from her spot at the gates until the wagon was out of sight through the twisting path into the forest. Only then did she return to the castle; there was much work to be done.<br/>...<br/>As the two torturous days ticked by, second by second, Josephine became increasingly impatient for Raoul's return. She tried hard to keep herself busy, which was not a difficult thing to do; there was always some task she was meant to complete. On the eve of the second day, the queen was gazing out the glass towards the garden. She wished it was facing the front of the castle, so that she might see Raoul and his wagon return. A young servant boy knocked lightly on the door and peeked in. "M'Lady, the king has been spotted. He is close." He didn't need to speak anymore, as Josephine had already turned and darted quickly out of her room. Down the halls and staircases, bounding two steps at a time in her haste, she flitted to the front door. As she flung open the large oak door, the wagon pulled in through the castle walls. The young woman swiftly descended the stone stairs and ran across the cobblestones towards the slowing wagon.