Josephine remained in her corner, wondering what was to come in the hours ahead... or days... what if they were rescued too late, or not at all? The thought alone frightened her to death. At some times, she hummed softly to herself, a lullaby that she had been sung as a young child. It comforted her, and of all places as this it made her feel at least somewhat safe. Even more, it gave her hope. Madam William would have noticed she was missing the night before, and gone to tell the others. They may search a bit, or maybe think instantly that she may be in the castle. Maybe they would come soon. The thought made her smile a bit. Her daydreaming was broken as the guard taunted Raoul, and Josephine managed a glare. "He is doing nothing wrong, leave him be. And he is much more deserving of my love than you ever could be."