"I do plan on it... though I don't know if the next time would be such a good idea, maybe after a couple more visits." This response both gladdened and worried Josephine; she didn't really know how to react, what she really wanted from this... "but I think you're the princess." Her face paled, though probably unnoticed thanks to the darkness. "Right when I know you are for sure the king will be over thrown. I have plenty of men that would gladly take on the king. Then, if my suspicions are correct, you would be able to save this country." She went to speak, but was cut off when Matt kissed her. Her lips moved against his and when he pulled back, she looked him in the eyes, obviously a bit frightened. "I can't be the princess... It's not possible, Matt. I mean it is possible, but... what are the chances of..." Her words came in hurried mumbles. "I can't rule a kingdom; the king may rule with cruelty... but I would... I would have it crumble, because I don't know how to be queen, even if I was the princess." She seemed about to cry, so many things running through her mind at that moment. Too many voices, too many thoughts, too many choices to make. You're the princess. You would be able to save this country. No, I'm not...the king... he would want to kill you before the word got out that your the princess. I'm not the princess... hair the color of copper and eyes that are bluer than the sea. That's not me! Her hands went to her ears, pulling from Matt's grasp, soft sobbing sounds rising from her chest. Her entire body was shaking, and she curled up on the edge of the couch, terrified as a child trapped in a nightmare: except this one never seemed to end. "No... No..."