A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long 2 update, but I've been writing it in my head the past couple of days lolz, anyway, thank you sooooooooo much allylc for continuing to review!

Anywayz, on with chapter 5!

L.O., L.O., L.O., L.O, V.E.,

LiZzIe

"Great!" I squeak as I get all excited and stare at the balcony. The car stops a little ways away from the castle, I'm about to open my own door when I see the driver come to open my door for me.

"Oh, thank-you, but I could've done that…" I say jumping out of the car.

"I know, but it's my job, plus, Baird is one of my favorite passengers. He misses you."

"I know. Oh, so you know my Dad?

"Very well. The name's Butch, or he calls me that."

"Rosalin, well, you knew that. Dad calls me Rosie."

He smiles and we walk toward the castle. I'm willing to settle for behind all of the people, but he looks at me like I've lost it, and says, "A Waldemar, no matter what country they may be in, never stands behind anyone."

"That's what Dad always says, but I thought it was a--Whoa!" I'm cut off, because he just takes my arm and pulls me along this pathway next to the castle, he drags me along until we get to the front of the crowd and stand semi off to the side. Then all of sudden everyone goes awry. I lift my sunglasses to the top of my head and stare as the prettiest woman ever steps out onto the balcony.

She's wearing typical Queen clothing, she has on a silk or almost silk light grey, almost silver long dress on, it has a V-neck and she has a diamond pendant around her neck, and of course, a tiara, which looks more like a crown, but isn't. She also looks just like me. Well, I guess, I look just like her, but whatever, same difference.

As soon as the crowd is finished showing their appreciating by making noise, they all silence, and bow in respect. I almost don't, but my chauffer, who Dad called Butch, I don't know if that's actually his name, but anyway, Butch about yanks my arm off trying to get me to bow. As soon as everyone rises when she signals, she looks around at everyone, and Butch waves, a grand wave, and she sees, and smiles, and waves back! I almost faint, but I definitely get butterflies in my stomach, but I decide while we've got her attention, to wave too. She smiles also, and waves back! No way, she's officially seen me, and she waved at me! I almost can't even believe it, I'm busy smiling and staring at her when she starts he speech.

"Loyal citizens of Denmark…! I, as the advisor to Her Majesty, have put forth the suggestion the people made to better the situation of the orphanage, I have hired construction to work on that as soon as possible."

I'm sure she continued talking, but that was all I needed to hear. She was a good person who wanted the orphans to have a nice place to live. And as far as I was concerned, there was no King's advisor, and no wedding ring, she hadn't forgotten Dad! I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying now, just the sound of her voice.

She must've talked for about twenty minutes before all of sudden, everyone cheers again, and she turns around and goes inside the castle.

"Wait!" I say, then turn to Butch, "Where's she going?"

"She's done with her speech, but I don't know…let's ask him." he says, gesturing toward a guard, "Excuse me, sir?" he says.

"Yee-essss…?" He draws out.

"Is there a possibility we can have a word with Her Majesty's advisor?" Butch asks.

"Of course…" he draws out again, "Heee-rrre… she comessss…" he says.

"Hello Jackson," The Queen's Advisor says to the drawing out guard.

"Hello…dear…these people…would like to have a worddd…with youuu…" he says.

"Oh, he-" she says when she see me. She squints and looks at me more closely, and I take that as a sign to hit the dirt, so I kneel down, and Butch does the same. When she reaches her hand out, I misread her, because of the way she holds it out, it looks like she wants me to kiss it, like I've seen people do in movies, so when I do, she laughs and says, "Oh, thank-you, but I was going to help you up."

I turn about as red as the Fruit Punch Gatorade I drank on the plane, as I take her hand, and she pulls me up.

"Oops, sorry, I've never actually been in the presence of a Queen."

"I'm not the Queen, and even though people don't have to, they always bow. It's nice, of course, but I don't think they know I'm not the Queen."

"Huh…"

She smiles, as she glances at my un-Queen viewing worthy clothing, and I quickly say, "Your Majesty, This is such an honor. I've waited my whole life for this."

"Really? You don't sound Danish…"

"Well, neither do you…"

"Well, no, but how did you know about me if you didn't live here?"

"It's…it's a long story. But um, hey, that was a fabulous speech you made today,"

"Oh, thank-you."

"And what you're doing for the orphans, is really, really, sweet." I say, then laugh nervously.

"Thank-you. This is going to sound strange, but…have…have we met before?"

"No, only in my dreams." I say, and laugh again.

"You've…dreamt you've met me…?"

"Yeah, like all the time, but never in any of them was I this nervous,"

She smiles, and I try to smile back, but my face like tightens and I can't. So I notice Butch toeing the dirt, and I decide to take the focus off of me, "Um, Your Majesty, meet my father's chauffer and business colleague, B…Bu…"

"Butchianhiah Ringe," he says.

"Ah, you're Danish." she says.

"Indeed, Your Majesty." he says, and tips his hat.

"So, she said you're her father's chauffer, he must be wealthy, does he live here?"

"Baird? Oh no, in Hartford."

"Baird? Baird as in Baird Waldemar…?"

"Uh-huh, how'd you know that?" I ask, but then feel like an idiot, because I know how she knows that.

"Oh my…God…child…what's your name…?"

"Rosalin," I say.

She gasps, and puts her hand over her mouth and just stares at me. Wheels are turning, cogs are clicking…she knows who I am.

"I…I…have a meeting. JACKSON." she says.

"Yessss….ma'am…we'll…be…off…" he says and escorts her off.

"Oh! It was lovely meeting you!" she says over her shoulder.

I can't believe what's just happened, I'm so shocked I just say, "Same here…" and continue being shocked, she's just met the daughter she practically abandoned and then she runs off! I want to run after her, and give her a piece of my mind, but then I figure, that she's overwhelmed, but she still could've stayed…

I walk ahead of Butch and jump into the town car.

"You okay?" He asks.

"No. She finds out she's my mom, and leaves." I say.

"Well, we could…go to the castle…"

"We could?"

"Um-hum."

"You're the best chauffer EVER!"

"Why, thank-you. I think she went…this way."
"Yeah,"

We drive closer to the castle, or castle-ish building, it's more like one tower all by itself. Anyway, we get out and walk up it, where another guard practically lets us in after we ask to see her. He escorts us down a hallway, and says, "She's right in there."

"I'll wait out here," Butch says.

"'K…" I say nervously, and proceed through the door.

She's sitting in a high backed throne looking chair and a maid is dusting while she's talking about something.

"…I just don't understand…why now! Why not a long time ago? And why did Baird not come with her? I mean…what if he got over me? What if he's married…"

"Your Majesty-"

"Please, Damara."

"Alright, D…Damara, he doesn't love anyone else."

"But how am I supposed to know that?"

"I don't know, ma'am…"

I move out of the way as she leaves the room and I bow before I enter.

"Oh, my…hello." she says.

"Look, Your Majesty…I know who you are, and I know how you know me." I say.

"Dear," she sighs, "Is Ba-your father happy?"

"Dad? I guess, I mean, he likes lives in his office, he's always quite, he doesn't talk much."

"Oh no…"

"What?"

She shakes her head, "He was never like that, I did that."

"Did what?"

"Made him that way. Do you two talk?"

"Hardly…"

"When you do, what do you talk about?"

"I dunno…he'll ask me how my day was…or…if anything interesting happened…that's about it."

"I don't believe it…"

"Well, that's just Dad. I mean as far back as I can remember he's been like that. Mrs. Raimi practically raised me."

"Safara? She raised you?"

"Pretty much, I mean, maybe when I was a baby Dad did…but I don't know, obviously."

She shakes her head and starts to say something, when, of course, my phone rings.

"Sorry, I have to take this." I say.

"It's okay, go ahead."

"Hello…?" I say.

"Rosie."

"Hi Dad."
"You're in Denmark?"

"Um-hum, met some fabulous people so far."

"That's nice. Listen, have you found Da…your mother yet."

I turn to look at her as I start to say, "Ye-" but her expression is saying otherwise, "No…not yet."

"Oh, well, if you find her with a husband, and children, I won't say 'I told you so'."

"What do you mean children? Don't you mean other children?"

"No…"
"Then what am I to her Dad?"

"You're her second biggest regret. Her biggest is me."

"Dad you do not know how wrong you are, she-" I say on the verge of tears, "She loves us, or you anyway."

"Rosalin…what is it going to take for you to realize, she left us. WHY would you leave people when you love them?"

"She left because she had to take care of family, not because she wanted to start another one. She had us, and she still has me, I don't know about you…"

"Rosie…she left, okay. She left me with a newborn child, if I didn't have Mrs. Raimi, I wouldn't have made it, you do not just leave people with newborn children."
"Someone in her family was dying, Dad! I would've left too."

"Rosie, you haven't even met the woman and you're defending her. You have no idea if the whole relative dying was true or not."
"Yeah, I do."

"How?"

"I…can't tell you."

"Then this conversation is over, I'll see you on Tuesday."

"Bye."

And I hang up. I turn and stare at Mom? The Queen?

"I'm sorry." she says.

"For what?" I ask.

"Everything, leaving, making you defend me and not being able to say why, changing your father completely. Just everything,"

"It's okay, you don't have to be sorry."

"Yes, I do. Look, Rosalin, everything's been insane since I left the states, I don't even know why I did,"
"Because of your great aunt…"

"Obviously, but I had no idea that I'd be gone for this long. I shouldn't have left, I left Baird with a newborn child for God's sake!"

"M-D-Your Majesty, it was important that you came here, I mean, Dad and I ended up okay,"

"I don't understand you…you don't even know me, and you're defending me."

"Well, whether I know you or not, I've wanted, wished, dreamed, and hoped that one day I'd finally meet you. So excuse me if I'm being a little grateful that I finally have."
"I'm sorry, it's just, you can't be sure I'm even a nice person, I mean, you haven't spent but five minutes with me."

"Believe me, that's longer than I would have settled for. Just to see you in person, talk to you, hear you say my name. I would've given anything for that. I wish I knew you better than I do, in fact, every year for my birthday, I'd wish I'd get to meet you. And every wishbone, that's what I'd wish, every coin I'd throw in a fountain, every time I'd see four one's in a row, every time I'd find a Dandelion, always my wish."

She's tearing up now, but as much as I don't want to be, so am I.

"S…seriously? That was the only thing you'd wish for…?"

"Um-hum. It's the only thing I've wanted more than anything else in the world."

She stares at me for a really long time before she reaches out her hand, but then pulls it back. She waits a second, then does it again, but pulls back. Finally, I reach out, but pull back. Then, she tries again and actually touches my shoulder. I got goose bumps, and I think she did too. We both kind of just stand there for about five minutes, absorbing this, when she takes her other hand, and touches my other shoulder, then after about another five minutes absorbing this when she finally hugs me. I almost panic, because I couldn't believe this, I was actually hugging my mom. The one I'd dreamed about, the one that was never spoken of, but always thought of, the one that I'd imagine I'd talk to when I was upset, or even when I wasn't. The one everyone told me I looked like, even though I'd never seen. I couldn't believe it.

We both start crying, of course. Because even she can't believe it's me. And in the middle of crying, she pulls back, and looks at me, then she smiles, and says, "I can't believe it's you."

Then I try and smile, but end up crying harder, and say, "I can't believe it's you."

Then we hug again, and continue crying for about an hour, before we finally pull back and stare at each other. Then we end up laughing. She dries her tears, then mine, and we laugh at that, then she takes my hand and gestures for me to sit in a throne chair across from her.

"So tell me, what things do you like to do?" she asks.

"Um…I like to draw…mostly what I pictured you looked like, I like to…sing, talk to Mrs. Raimi, and…OH I LOVE my iPod. What about you?"

She giggles at my enthusiasm, then responds with, "Well, I also like to draw, but I mostly draw like what the buildings that should be redesigned would look like, and gowns for the Queen, and things like that. Oh! And one of my designs is framed right over there," -she points to the wall behind me,- "that is what they're using to redesign the orphanage."

"Really?" I ask, as I turn to look at it. And really, it's the best design I've ever seen, not only does it look amazing, but it looks like it would actually work, like it isn't too extravagant, but extravagant enough…you know what I mean? "Wow…"

"Do you like it?" She says as she joins me in front of it.

"Yes! A lot. I mean…it's like not too extravagant, but-"

"Just extravagant enough," we say together, then giggle.

"M…D…What exactly should I call you?"
"Well, whatever you're most comfortable with,"
"Like…do I have choices…?"

"Of sure, you can call me…Your Majesty's advisor, Damara…or…what I'd love for you to call me, but I don't know if you're comfortable calling me just yet…"

"What?" I ask, praying it's what I think it is.

"Mom."

"That's it! That's what I wanna call you."

"Are you sure…?"
"Uh-huh! I've waited eleven years to call someone that, believe me I'm going to."

A/N: Long one, but more latah.

Love,

lizzie