But no.

Was it not as though something were stirring and breathing behind the curtains?
The king threw back the curtains, and a soft smile flitted over his features; for before his bed sat the queen.

There she sat with rosy cheeks and sparkling eyes, and greeted him with a roguish smile.
"Ah, Kate, it is you!" cried the king.

"Well, now, I understand how it happened that I have had such a sound and refreshing sleep! You stood by as my good angel, and scared the pains and bad dreams away from my couch." And as he said this, he reached out his hand and tenderly stroked her velvet cheek.

He did not at all recollect that he had already, as it were, devoted that charming head to the scaffold, and that in a few hours more those bright eyes were to behold naught but the night of the dungeon.