This story is based on characters from the Princess Diaries and Tangled. Nothing belongs to me. (I always forget this part.)

I hope you enjoy it and thank's all of you who read this story.

Kisses

Maria

"Pierre, I don't know what to say… She's so young…" Clarisse walked toward Pierre and grabbed his hands. "My dear, you're in love!"

"Of course not, mother. It's just…" He looked down and closed his eyes.

"Mama, can we talk tomorrow, please? I'm so tired."

"Of course, darling. I see you in the morning. I suppose she's asleep already?"

"Yes, mama. Can we take breakfast together? We will meet you on your suite tomorrow morning. Love you!" And while Clarisse was about to answer, Pierre gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

"You can come in now."

"Problems In paradise, my dear?" Clarisse rose and walked toward the sofa, next to Joseph.

" She's probably eighteen or perhaps less, for Heaven's Sake! He has thirty-eight and is a priest! And although she does not remember who she is, I'm sure that somewhere, there are desperate parents looking for her. Please lock the door. I need a cuddle… Unless you have more important things to do… "

"My Queen, nothing, NOTHING at all is more important than you! I'm all yours!" She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head under his chin. He squeeze her tight and kissed her forehead.

"Try not to worried, my dear. Tomorrow we will try to know all the details. Pierre is a serious man, and if he brought her here, it's because something's wrong."

"You're right, as always. I think I should call it a day…" Joseph smile and rose.

"I think so, my dear. Good night."

"Good night, Joseph!"

In the next morning, Pierre joined his mother and Joseph to breakfast.

"Good morning, mama. Good morning Joseph." Said Pierre.

"Good morning, dear. Where is our friend?" Clarisse said returning the kiss.

"I asked Olivia to bring her here to have breakfast with us. It should not take long." And in that moment he heard knocking at the door.

"Come in."

"Excuse me, Your Majesty."

"Olivia! Bring our friend here, please." Joseph rose but remained silent. Pierre took the hand of the unknown girl and approached the table.

"Good morning, my friend. I hope you slept well. Let me introduce you to my mother, Queen Clarisse and Joseph, her Head of Security and a great friend.

Joseph smile.

"It's a pleasure."

"Good morning, my dear. Sit down, please."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I do not know what to say ... It's all so strange..."

"I understand perfectly. Do you remember your name?"

"No ... the only thing I can think about is lights ... I can't explain ... But I only remember lights ..."

"Lights? What kind of lights?" Asked Pierre.

"I do not know ... Like stars on the sky."

"Do you mind if we call you Anna?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty."

"Let it be Anna then. It's the name of a dear friend who has supported me a lot and always has a kind word for me!"

"Very well, mama!"

"So, tell me more. How do you find her?"

"She's found me. I was in the parish of Sisson, near the border with Mayberry ..."

"Arianna ... I miss them!" Clarisse said with a sad look.

"Queen Arianna and King Frederic. I remember, mama. Will they have managed to recover from the trauma?"

"Don't think so, dear. No mother or no father recovers ..." And her eyes filled with tears. Pierre lamented the memory.

"I'm sorry, mama."

"It's all right, darling! But you're saying...?

"Yes. I was at the parish and Marta, my sweet old Marta, come to me and told me there was a young girl, completely wet, sitting on the floor in the corner of the church, crying. "

"Yes. I was so scared."

"And you don't remember anything? Not where you live?"

"No." Anna looked down. "I remember the river and have very cold. Nothing else. I'm so afraid..."

"My dear." Clarisse said approaching her and hugging her. "I am sure that slowly, you will remember everything. Maybe you have been through a major trauma. You're a beautiful young girl. I'm pretty sure, somewhere, your parents are looking for you. "

They talked animatedly during breakfast, trying to cheer Anna. After half an hour, Anna felt perfectly at ease among them.

"Your Majesty? What is a Head of Security? He's your husband or your boyfriend?"

Clarisse stared at her, Joseph choked on tea and Pierre laughed.

"I'm sorry ... I didn't want ..."

"There is no problem, my dear. I was just amazed at the question. Joseph, are you alright?"

Pierre gave blows on Joseph's back for him to breathe normally. He laughed so much that his eyes filled with tears.

"Frankly, Pierre. Stop laughing. Joseph's in trouble!"

"I'm all right, Your Majesty." The phone rang and Clarisse stood up and answered.

"Pierre is for you."

"Thank you, mother. Hello?"

Anna looked down, absolutely ashamed and Clarisse tried to comforted her.

"Please, dear. Look at me. It's alright. How could you know…" Clarisse looked at Pierre as he raised his voice.

"No, Martha. I'll call you later and not a word about where we are." Pierre hung up bored and sat next to Anna. Clarisse looked at him but said nothing. Pierre grabbed the hands of Anna.

"My friend, the Gothel name tells you something?" Anna looked at him and then at Clarisse. Gothel... Something seemed familiar. Anna was increasingly nervous.

"That name is familiar to me. In fact, let me nervous. Maybe it's a sign that is someone I known. I'm sorry, Pierre. I'm so sorry everyone. I don't want to give you work or you worry about me."

"Nonsense, my dear. You're safe here." Clarisse stroked her blonde hair, carefully stuck in braid. "You have a beautiful hair. You must have lot of work with him." Anna smiled.

"And it's huge, mother. It was Martha who made her this beautiful braid."

"But, Pierre, where did appeared Gothel name?" Asked Joseph already recomposed.

"Well, a woman appeared in the parish, initially very worried. Marta made her sit down and gave her tea. However, when she learned that Anna was with me and Martha did not tell her where we had been, she scolded, shouted, made threats. She demanded that I called immediately to say where she was and to leave her alone in a place where she was seeking..."

"That's weird." Clarisse said.

"You're quite right, Your Majesty. I will do some checks."

"Thank you, Joseph. Pierre, what do you think of bring her here? However, only when we are absolutely sure that she is her mother, we allow Anna to follow her. What do you think? And you, Anna? "

"I think it's a great idea, mother."

"I think so, Your Majesty."

"So call Martha, please. She will tell that lady that we get her here. I'm going to ask Joseph to send two men to your parish and will tell Olivia to prepare another room but in another wing."

"Thank you, mama. Anna, you want to see the gardens of my mother? I'll take you there."

Five hours later…

"Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Charlotte?" Clarisse dropped her pen and looked at Charlotte.

"The car, with mother Gothel just arrived, Ma'am. What should I do?"

Clarisse looked at Joseph and rose from her desk.

"Bring her here and call Pierre. But give me five minutes with her… alone."

"Of course, Your Majesty." Charlotte leaves the office and Joseph follows her.

"Please stay, Joseph."

"Are you sure, Your Majesty?" Clarisse waited until the door was locked.

"Yes. I have a bad feeling about this. Poor girl. Is there anything in her ... It's as if I knew her a long time ago." A knock on the door made Clarisse sat down on her chair. Joseph stood behind her, near the window, his hands behind his back.

"Your Majesty."

"You may come in, Charlotte."

"Mother Gothel is in here, Your Majesty."

"Send her in, Charlotte."

A brunette woman with long hair and nearly black eyes came into the office. She looked first at Clarisse, then to Joseph and smiled. A smile that froze Clarisse. Definitely this woman meant trouble.

"Your Majesty. Thank you for welcoming my daughter. She is very young and rarely leaves the house and was lost ..."

"Good afternoon. Sit down please." Clarisse said pointing to a chair.

"I do not want to bother. If you can call her, we left right now."

"Mrs. Gothel, your daughter must have suffered some kind of trauma, as she is with total amnesia. She even remembers the name. I suppose you are with her papers."

"The documents? Well ... No, I think she lost them. I've search for and not find them but we will deal with it as soon as we leave here."

"How you certainly understand, I did not authorize her to leave the palace without making sure she completely recovered her memory."

"What? You can't do that! How dare you?"

"Excuse me? Are you sure you are talking to me?" Clarisse rose and, with two steps, Joseph was behind her.

"Your Majesty, I'm so sorry. I didn't… I'm sorry. I'm too nervous. My daughter's missing, and now I'm talking to the Queen… It's almost too much for me, Your Majesty." Without a word, Clarisse sat down and pick up the phone.

"Charlotte, please asked Pierre to bring Anna to us, please."

"Anna?" Asked mother Gothel.

"We call her Anna." Seconds later, the door open and Pierre and Anna, walked inside the office. Mother Gothel rose, walked toward Anna and hug her.

"Rapunzel, I'm so worried about you. Let look at you. What's the matter with your air? Who made this? And this clothes and shoes? Ho my. You're a mess. Come with me, dear. Mother will take care of you."

Anna walked backward and Clarisse notice.

"Mrs. Gothel?"

"Yes?" Said mother Gothel and turn her head to Clarisse.

"I must insist… Anna stays with us until her fully recovery. If you want, you may stay as well."

"Your Majesty, you're so kind but we prefer to come back to our house."

"Excuse me, Madam, but my mother say she's stayed. So, it's not very polite to argue with the Queen."

Mother Gothel was angry but she could not demonstrate. She had to think of a way to take Rapunzel out of the palace, quickly.

"Olivia will show you your room."

"I'll stay with Rapunzel…"

"No. It's not necessary. Now, if you excuse me… Olivia, please takes Mrs Gothel her room."

When mother Gothel left the office, Clarisse stood up and went to sit next to Rapunzel.

"It's Rapunzel you call yourself?"

"I don't know. I don't know. I just want to cry. And if she's really my mother?"

"I hope not. She's scary." Pierre said.

"Well, you're not going to leave us until you recover your memory. And I put two guards at the door of your room. And you, Joseph, you're so silent... What is it? Did you find anything?"

"No, and that's weird. The only person with the Gothel name I found, was called khristi Gothel and was born on 11 February 1730. And apparently still did not die because there is no death certificate. Probably a poor soul who died without anyone knowing."

"So this lady is lying about the name ... She can lie about the rest, right?"

"I think you're right, Your Majesty. But I'll keep looking."

"I do not know what to say, Your Majesty. I'm sorry! I'm so scared." And Anna put her hands around Clarisse's waist and leaned her head on her chest. Clarisse first was amazed but then hugged her too.

"It will be all right, my dear!" And she kissed her forehead. Pierre looked at both and whispered "Thank you" to Clarisse and looked at Joseph. The two men left the office and left them alone.