Josephine gasped softly, her gaze finally shifting and her anger dying down a bit. She glanced discretely over to Raoul, knowing she had probably hurt him by bringing up such a painful memory. He had told her of his mother, that she was kind, how he had enjoyed her company. Had he known his father was to blame for her death too. "You really are a monster." Her voice had dulled from a yell to a hissing whisper. but there was a lack of anger now. "A demon if there ever was one. Even the worst of criminals cannot compare to your greed and heartless deeds." She pulled against the ropes holding her back, wishing she could just punch the king for how he spoke of his wife's death, for his tone when he told her what he had done to her mother... but she was helpless to do so, and it frustrated her more than anything.