Josephine grimaced at the idea of an arranged marriage. Being forced into love was exactly the thing that was ruining all of the emotion left in this kingdom. At least the peasants and commoners, as poor and weak as they were, had the freedom to follow their hearts. If they had the strength left after trying to survive, that is. Many were barely getting by.<span style="font-style: italic">"You can call me Raoul." </span>Josephine looked up and over at Raoul, smiling gently and happily. "A noble name no doubt. It suits you well." Suddenly she dipped into a curtsey and looked up at him, grinning. "My name is Josephine, pleased to make your acquaintance." Being always locked away in her home did have a few good sides; especially for Raoul in this case. The son of the king wasn't exactly well known among the peasants, as he was rarely mentioned even by the nobles. This meant Josephine had probably never heard his name, or status, mentioned. She was clueless as to his identity.