Josephine ate slowly, glancing towards the archway where Beatrix had gone out, following a servant to go to her room. She hoped the stubborn, self-centered girl would never find a proper dress. That she would never choose one, and decide she might as well go back home then and there. But it was never that easy. And the worst part was that she knew she would be busy that day... and Raoul would be stuck here. It crossed her mind to ask him to come along, to keep him from having to put up with the spoiled-rotten princess. "There is much to get done today. Would you like to come along with me, get some fresh air away from this stuffy castle?" 'Away from her.' Goodness, Beatrix hadn't been there for more than a half hour, and Josephine was already wishing she was gone.