We came back to the castle just before the sun was going down. It had been a great day. We had gone to the beach and seen the ocean. It was just like Reginald had said. There was really no way to describe it. It was beautiful and so different from anything I had ever seen before. The blue and green of water made me happy inside. The salty smell in the air was something even more amazing.

We had sat on the beach and ate our lunch. We watched the waves go back and forth along the coast. It had been so wonderful. I could not remember the last time I had just let everything go and just had fun like we had that day. We had played a little in the shallows of the water. I found a beautiful shell that I was going to take home and give to Katrina. She would love it. It was beautiful and it would look wonderful next to all of her beautiful trinkets.

It had only ended when Jameson asked me to come home and marry him. Again. I was annoyed that he had to turn my fun day out into a day where he was in love with me. I had to say no and it had added just a little sour note to the day. Luckily, he had asked right before we were planning to leave the beach anyways.

He acted like it did not matter. He joked and laughed on the way back just as he normally would. What bothered me was I could see the sadness in the corners of his eyes. He was trying so hard to not let me see, but I could sense it. It was there and it was my fault. I did my best to joke with him and pretend that nothing had happened, but I was not as good at that as Jameson was. I would randomly gaze off into the distance and stop talking.

It continued like that the rest of the day. We were both trying to pretend like everything was normal. We got back to the stables and groomed our horses. We fed them and gave them water. Once I was finished I noticed that Sliverlight was back in his stall.

"Jameson!" I called to him. "Look!" I pointed to the end of the stables.

He turned and looked and then said, "Is that the horse?" He walked slowly down to get a better look.

I followed behind him slowly and just stood in awe at how magnificent the horse looked next to all the other horses in the stables. I watched as Jameson called him over and stroked his face. He was cooing to the horse when I noticed something.

Pinned into Silverlight's mane was small broach. It was silver and almost blended into his mane. It was a lily with a circle of leaves behind it. I knew that broach.

"I know what that is," I said as I reached out to touch it. I was in a strange daze.

"Of course. It is a decorative pin. Someone must have thought it would look good in his man because of the silver." Jameson said giving me a strange look. I must have looked half crazed to him.

"No," I said firmly. "I know where that came from."

Again, Jameson looked at me concerned. "What do you mean?" His voice was filled with fear. I must have scared him with my suddenly intense personality. I just never expected to find anything like that there.

"That broach. It was mine," I said softly as I brushed my fingers over the flower.

"Yours?" he asked.

I looked up at him and then quickly looked at the broach again. I was afraid that if I stopped looking at it, it might disappear. "I lost it. Years ago. I never thought I would be able to find it again."

"You lost it?" Jameson was repeating everything I said. It was as if he did not really believe what I was saying. It was almost too much for him to accept this too. He was already over his head in weird things. Now there was this.

"Uh huh," answered. "I lost it when I was eight years old. It was my favorite broach. I was so sad when I could not find it."

"But that was years and years ago," Jameson said.

"I know. Why is it here?" I asked. I knew that neither Jameson nor I had an answer, but I still felt the need to ask.

"Have you been here before Roslyn?"

I looked up at Jameson. He was looking at me with concern and disbelief. I could see the doubt in his eyes. He thought I was lying to him. "Not that I can remember. The first time I have ever seen this place was the other day. When I first found the stables." I explained. I wanted him to see that I was telling the truth. I needed him to believe me. I needed to believe it. If I stopped believing what I already knew then there was no way that I would be able to find my mother and stay in touch with reality. I was going to lose myself in the fantasy of this magic castle.

"Alright then," he said. It sounded like he did not really believe me, but knew better than to argue with me further. "Is it possible that this is not the same broach? It could just be one that looks exactly like it."

I shook my head. "No. This is definitely it." I wrapped my hand around it. The feeling of it was so familiar. "It was a gift from my father. He said that he knew the artist who crafted it. He never made more than one of any of his pieces."

Jameson gave me a funny look. "Artists always say that. That does not mean that he was telling the truth."

I looked at Jameson with pleading eyes. "It is the same one. See that leaf and how there is a nick in it?"

He bent forward to look closer. I moved my hand so that he could see clearly. One of the leaves had a small crack and a little of the metal was missing. He nodded letting me know that he could see it, but did not say anything. He just kept looking at it.

"That happened when I accidently dropped it into a salad my mother was making. She found it when she was chopping the lettuce and the knife hit broach. She was so upset at me for being careless. I cried and cried for days because of the knick. I was sure my father would think that I did not care about his present for me. I wanted him to know how much I loved it. This is the same broach." I explained. As I told the story a few tears came up into my eyes. I had felt so sad then. It was still a painful memory because it was when I first started to feel like my father did not understand me.

"Okay. So this the broach. Do you remember where you lost it?" Jameson asked. He no longer looked doubtful. Now he just looked confused.

I shook my head. "I just remember being on a walk with my mother. That is it. I remember that on our way home I noticed it was missing. My mother said we could not go back and get it. No matter how much I argued with her, she would not let me go. We had to get home because it was Katrina's birthday. I went back later, but was never able to find it." I was trying to remember as many details as I could about where I had lost it, but I could not remember anything.

"You do not remember where you lost it?" he asked again.

I shook my head. "It is really strange. I can remember everything so clearly, except where it was. It is like it is just missing from my mind..."

Jameson laughed a little. "It must just be because it was so long ago. You should not worry. I am sure it has a simple explanation."

I nodded my head slowly, but I could not shake the feeling that I was missing something. That there was something I needed to remember. I slowly unclasped the broach from Silverlight's mane and placed it gently into my pocket. "We should head back up to the castle. Mary will want us to go to supper."

Jameson nodded. "We should get cleaned up quickly."

We walked back to the castle in silence. I was too busy thinking about everything that had happened that day. I knew that I had to ask the prince about this broach. He must have answers. That was my only hope. Tomorrow, I would ask him about the broach. I would tell him about my mother and he would tell me everything. I was going to make sure of that. There was no way that I was going to leave and not find out something about my mother.

I had to learn something soon or I was going to crazy. That much I knew. I vowed right then that I would do anything I had to to get the prince to talk to me. There was no way that I would let him hide behind his curtain.