A/N: LOL, I knew no one would, obviously, that was the point, LOL. :P. Anyway, thanks again allylc for reviewing! And now, On with Chapter 4! LOL.

Now, to be completely honest, I, Rosalin Damara Alexandrine Waldemar have never, in my entire life been speechless, but believe you me, I am now. I lift my sunglasses to the top of my head, and just stare, mouth a gape, at the book. At my mother. I knew talking to my mom was going to be weird, but now that she was the almost Queen of another country! I could tell it was going to much harder.

"Are you alright…?" The woman asks me.

"Um…I-I…don't know." I manage to say.

"Wait…I'd recognize those eyes anywhere, you're related to her aren't you?"

"Who…?"

"The Queen's advisor."

"But the pictures in black and white…"

"Yes, but by the pigment, I can tell she has the same eyes." I just stare, so she laughs and says, "I'm a photographer."

"Ohhhh…!" I say

Then as she's about to comment the almost Queen of Denmark and my uncanny resemblance again, my cell phone rings, and as soon as I see the number, I don't want to pick it up.

"Hello…" I say.

"Rosalin Damara Alexandrine WALDEMAR."

"Hi…Dad."

"WHAT were you thinking? You can not, and do not just leave a note and leave TOWN! What is the matter with you! I don't believe this. Where are you?"

"I'm um…I'm-"

"FLIGHT 809 TO COPENHAGEN, LAST CALL." comes blaring over the intercom, and try to cover the phone, but there's no hope, Dad heard.

"Copenhagen! You're leaving the country! Rosalin, you can not begin to imagine how furious I am right-"

"What!" I yell into the phone, then make noise like static and say, "We're breaking up…" static noise, "Love you. See ya when I get back, bye." I say and hang up. That was trying.

"Wait…who was that?"

"Who was who?"

"The person you were on telephone with,"
"My Dad…"

"Oh my goodness! Your father is Baird Waldemar!"

"Yeah…"
"He's one of the wealthiest men in all of the United States, why did you hang up on him?"

"Because…"

To tell you the truth, I had just met these people and they were already treating me like I was famous, I mean, I was used to that, Daddy makes it pretty obvious to anyone. But, thankfully, we started filing into the plane, and I didn't have to think about why I hung up on him. Maybe I'd hurt his feelings, I mean, I wanted to fly all the way across the ocean to meet my other parent when I already had a great one. But, what Dad didn't understand is that I needed to know my mom. I had Mrs. Raimi, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't be Damara Swane, she wasn't my mom.

I found my seat on the plane and put the iPod earphones in and listened to Mrs. Raimi's favorite song, "Respect,".

"Miss…?" someone says.

"Hum…?" I say, and take the earphones out.

"Miss?"

"What?"

"Are you Rosalin Waldemar…?"

"Yes."

"You have a message from a Mr. Baird Waldemar."

"Oh great," I say sarcastically.

"The message is," she clears her throat, "Rosalin, you won't find what you're seeking in Denmark. As far as I'm concerned, she stayed because she found happiness elsewhere. I wanted to tell you so you wouldn't be hurt when you got there. I'm sorry you had to find out, but I never thought you'd fly there. Call me when you can. Love, Dad."

"No…" I say as I'm almost starting to cry, "She didn't fall in love with someone else!" Just then I realize I'm screaming at the stewardess, when I should be screaming at Dad. I turn away from her and dial my cell phone frantically.

"Hello?" Answers Mrs. Raimi.

"Hi, Mrs. Raimi."

"Miss Rosalin! Hey girl, we miss ya here. Ooh, but Mr. Waldemar, he ain't happy."

"I know, I need to talk to him, like now."

"Alright, honey. Hold on one second."

I wait for about two minutes before Dad says, "Yes?"

"Dad she didn't fall in love with someone else."

"Rosie, you don't know that."

"Yeah, I do."

"How? Are you already there?"
"No…but I just know, okay."

"Rosie, she's been gone eleven years, the woman had to have died in that amount of time, okay? Just accept it."

"No but she's-"

"Look, call me when you get there, but I'm only trying to warn you so you aren't hurt when you get there."
"I won't be, Dad."

"Alright, good luck."

"Thanks, but I won't need it."

And with that he hangs up. I almost feel bad, but I try not to as I listen to the song on my iPod that describes my parents relationship perfectly, Collide.

The dawn is breaking

A light shining through

You're barely waking

And I'm tangled up in you

Yeah

But I'm open, you're closed

Where I follow, you'll go

I worry I won't see your face

Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills my mind

I somehow find, you and I collide

I'm quiet, you know

You make a first impression

I've found I'm scared to know

I'm always on your mind

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the stars refuse to shine

Out of the back you fall in time

You somehow find, you and I collide

Don't stop here

I've lost my place

I'm close behind

Even the best fall down sometimes

Even the wrong words seem to rhyme

Out of the doubt that fills your mind

You finally find, you and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide

You finally find

You and I collide

I dose off again, and dream about my mom. But this time, the intercom wakes me up, because it's saying, "Fasten your seat belts, we're preparing to land."

"Hallelujah!" I say, as I tighten my seat belt and hold on to my bag as I can't help but get nervous again.

As we land, I'm getting more nervous by the minute, and I don't exactly know why. Sure, I'm nervous because I'm meeting my mom, but maybe I'm more nervous because she's the Queen…

As I wheel my suitcase into the airport, and look around, I remember I have no idea where I'm going. But as I'm wandering around looking for somewhere to sit, so I can call Vivien, I notice someone holding a sign that says, "Wadlemar". Daddy called a car? How sweet.

"Excuse me?" I say when I walk over there.

"Yes?"

"Are you for me or is there another Waldemar here?"

"That depends, are you Miss Rosalin Waldemar?"

"Yeah,"

"Alright then, this is your car. You'll be taken to the Imperial Hotel."

"Okay, thank-you." I say, and he takes my luggage as I jump in the town car.

As we're driving to the hotel, all I can think about is how nervous I am. I can't believe my mother is the almost Queen. I day dream about her as we drive to the hotel, when we're about half way down the road, I notice a huge crowd of people below this like castle's balcony. I turn and look at the driver and ask, "Excuse me, sir? Why are all of those people there?"

"Oh, the Queen's advisor is speaking to the public today." he answers.
"No way! Can we go over there?"

"Of course."

A/N: That's all 4 now, more tomorrow.

Lizzie