A/N: Sorry the last chapter was so short, this one's longer. LOL Thanks for always reviewing allylc! & A new reviewer! Thank-you so much maskeddragonfly0926! && I know this chapter isn't gonna be one hundred percent accurate, I know the Danish wouldn't riot, like they're going to, but that's what has to happen in the story, so bare with me, please. lol

Love,

Lizzie

"So, how are you going to go about this, just leave?" I ask.

"Uh…well, I'm not entirely sure, all I need is a vacation, I'm not the Queen, and she is here…" Mom says.

"Okay, so who are you going to give your notice to…?"

"Anyone, possibly Jackson, he handles all of my affairs."

"Okay…"

She peers out of the door and calls for Jackson.

"Ye…esss…your…majesty…?" he says.

"I need to go into the States for a few days, will you let everyone know?" Mom asks.

"Oh…no…ma'am…you cannot…leave…you're…the Queen…"

"No, I am her advisor, she can handle things while I'm gone."

"No, ma'am…you can't leave. They won't allow it."

"Who's they…?"

"The citizens, of course! They will not take this Your Majesty, they will keep you if here by force!"
"Jackson…they can't do that! I'm going back to the states to see the man I love and there is nothing anyone is going to do about it."

"Fine…but the rest of Denmark is not going to like this."

Mom rolls her eyes, she doesn't appear too scared, but I am. Very. I can't imagine what these people would do for their Queen…

After Jackson leaves, I say, "Mom, you said 'the man you love,' did you mean Dad…?"

"Of course." she laughs.

"You aren't scared of what the people are gonna do when they find out you want to leave…?"

"No. What can they do?"

I shrug, but a ton of things are going through my head.

"I have to change, then we can head off."

"Head off…? You mean, now?"

"Yes. I want to get back there as soon as possible."

"Wow…how long has it been since you've seen Dad…?"
"Eleven and…a half years."

"Wow…he'll be happy to see you."

"I hope…" she smiles, then turns and leaves the room.

I wait for about twenty minutes, pacing around the room looking at and touching all the throne chairs, and candle sticks around the room. I was playing with the tassel on one of them when she came back in the room, and she looked totally different. She was wearing jeans, a white eyelet shirt, and a jean jacket. Totally different from the gown I'd seen her in before. She also looked less intimidating, probably 'cause she'd lost the crown, that made her almost unapproachable.

"So…" she says.

"I like this look better, you look really nice."

"Thank-you. You know, no matter how hard you try, you can never really get used to gowns."

I laugh, "I wouldn't think so."

"So are you ready?"

"I guess…all my stuff's with Butch…or at the Imperial…"

"Then we'll get it,"

"Okay."

She and I walk together out of the little tower building, and onto the street, we aren't there for five minutes before a, no exaggeration here, swarm of paparazzi come and trap us.

"Your Majesty is it true you plan on abandoning your kingdom for love in the states?" One shouts

"Well…no, I— " Mom says.

"Are you leaving permanently?" another asks.

"No! But I do not wish to talk about this right now!"

"And you!" they shout at me, "Who are you?"
"I…" I say

"This isn't your concern, and if you'll excuse us, we'd like to get going thank-you."
"You aren't going anywhere." bellows a voice.

Mom and I turn around, and it's a gigantic man, who has to be over seven feet tall, and he looks mad.

Mom rolls her eyes, "I swear, body guards are useless." she then turns to him and says, "Yes, I am."

"No, Your Majesty, you are not." he repeats, "And we're gonna have to confine you to the tower if you don't get that through your head. Phillips, MacCoy," he says, they all push me out of the way and surround her, the three of them lifted her and were carrying her back into the tower.

"Rosalin! Rosalin, listen to me! Go back to Connecticut, get Baird to tell you about me, if he does, I know he still loves me, if that's the case, come back and I'll find a way out of here, but if he doesn't, it's pointless escaping to man who doesn't love me."

"Okay." I say, as they haul her inside, she turns and mouths I love you, before the doors shut behind.

And what's the worst about all this, is I know Dad's not gonna tell me about her, so I'll never see her again.

Fighting back tears was hard, but I did manage…sort of. All the way back to the Imperial, I thought, "Gee, I gained, and lost a mom today. How unlucky am I?"

I come crashing through the door of my hotel room and collect my bags, then I just stop and sit on the bed in there. I couldn't believe my rotten luck, Dad would never in a million years tell me about her. Ever. So this was great. I was gonna go back home, right back where I started. Momless.

I gave up feeling sorry for myself, and decided to call Butch and hit the airlines to go home. I hadn't even been here a day, and so much had happened. I'd met my mother, and seen Denmark's Queen's advisor all in one day. I wheeled my suitcases to the door and took one last look around the room,

"Goodbye Denmark," I said, "Take care of my mom."

I head outside and wait for Butch. I don't wait long, though. When he pulls up, and I hop in the back he asks, "Gave up pretty quickly, ay?"

"No, she told me to come back."

"Excuse me? She told you to go back home?"
"Yeah, she said if Dad tells me about her then he still loves her, and I know he won't, so I'll never have what I want!"
"What exactly do you want?"

"Her in my life. I want her to live with us, I want her and Dad to be together finally, I want…him to be happy finally."

"Well, if you get Safara in on it, I'm sure she can persuade him to tell you. That woman is much like you and Miss Swane, you have amazing powers of persuasion."

"But she might have to tell him she'll come back if he tells me about her,"

"Nah, she won't. Tell her she can't, she'll get him to do it, just watch."

Suddenly, there was a ray of hope! Of course! How had I not considered Mrs. Raimi! She can get Dad to do anything, she just gives him the look, and the tsk thing, and he does anything. She's like his second Mom, it's really funny. Once, she got him to tip the gardener twenty bucks using those methods, it was amazing! Suddenly, I wanted to learn how to do that. Dad says I have some powers of persuasion, all of which, I get from my mom. Anyway, I had to call her and get her to prep him before I got home, I took out my cell and dialed our number.

"Waldemar residence." Mrs. Raimi's voice said

"Hey Mrs. Raimi!" I say

"Miss Rosalin! Girl, how you doin'? You comin' home yet?"

"Actually, yeah."

"What? That was a joke, you gave up that easily? Miss Rosalin, I've never known you to give up on anything, you're like your Daddy."

"No, see, well, you gotta get Dad to tell me about my mom."

"Yeah, I know. But the man's a wall, he ain't gonna budge."

"He will if you tell him to, come on, you don't remember the gardener tipping incident…?"
"Oh yeah…but Miss Rosalin, what you don't understand is that I've been tryin' to get that man to tell you about her for years and he still won't."

"But now that I've gone to Denmark…maybe he'll finally tell me."

"Maybe…look, I'll work on it, you just get yourself home,"

"Okay, see ya when I get back. Love ya,"

"Love you too, Miss Rosalin,"

We hang up, and I sit back and pray. I pray that Dad'll finally just tell me about her and stop being such an idiot about it.

The flight home went by quickly, because I played 'Collide' about seventeen times and dosed off. The cab ride home was a little more exciting, because the cab driver had a bug stuck in his hair and I bet myself how long it would take him to notice, I lost.

When he pulled up in front of my house, I had seriously never been sadder than to see my white pillared mansioness, I mean, sure I was home…but what I left in Denmark was more important. She wasn't mean and icky, like I'd once pictured when Dad said I wouldn't find what I was seeking in Denmark, but he was wrong, she's amazing, and nice, and likes me! I thought she would totally hate me, but again, only after Dad made me think she wouldn't want anything to do with me.

I walked up the steps, rolling my suitcase. I opened the large white wood door and stepped into our large entryway, with the table and large round vase of flowers on it in the center of our circular entryway, and above is a crystal chandelier the size of Texas. On the left wall is a painting of Dad and me. No Mom, just us. We look like those snooty people you see in magazines who are suddenly heroes for donating a kagillion dollars to some recent disaster just to make themselves look good; and like they can't spare it.

Although when Dad socializes, he may be like that, but not here. I hate how he never talks to us much, I mean it's like I have zero parents instead of just one. I think I remind him too much of her, heck when I spent three minutes with her she reminded me too much of myself. I wish he would just talk about her, she talked about him! Anyway, I wait in the entryway, observing everything I'd never had a chance to before, or cared to, or even thought about doing, before. I shut the door behind me and say, "I'm home…!"

I walk further into the house, "Hello? Is anyone here…?"

"Miss Rosalin!" Mrs. Raimi exclaims dashing out of the kitchen and rushing to hug me, "Mr. Waldemar, she's back!"
"Rosie!" Dad says.

"Hey, Dad!" I say, I run to hug him.

"So…you were in Denmark…long. What happened?"

"Nothing…much."

"Did you see her?"

"No…" I lie, I put my hand behind my back and cross my fingers.

"I told you. But…I think we should take a walk."

"You…and me…walk?"

"Yes…"
"Yay! Alright let's go,"
Dad is a bit weirded out by how happy I am just to walk with him, but seriously, he and I never walk or talk about anything other than basic stuff. I mean, I talk about lot's of stuff with Mrs. Raimi, but never Dad.

We walk outside, and down our dirt road past the lake, and our horse's stable.

"So, what did you see there?" Dad asks.

"Nothing much, some nice buildings, met some nice people…"

"Huh…Y'know, I've always wanted to see what was so great about it that she'd leave us for it. Did it really seem that special?"

"Not really…I mean it was nice, don't get me wrong, but I love it here in Hartford,"

"Yeah," he sighs, "I wonder how she is…"

"I bet she's fine."

"You are so much like her, everything has a silver lining, nothing is hopeless…that's one of the things I loved about her."

"Anything else?"
"Thousands of other things. What do you want to know?"

"Everything."
"Okay…" he pauses to think, "Sometimes when I'd look at her, she'd completely take my breath away, she was so beautiful. And not just on the outside either, she had this amazing outlook on life and everything around her. She also always saw the good in people. And I see so much of her in you, that…I can't not think about her when I'm around you."

"Is that a bad thing…?"
"Some days, I mean, you don't know what it's like to love someone that much, and they just up and leave one day, and leave you with a newborn, it just scars you. And scars never really go away, but as time's passed…it's a little easier."

"Wow…I never knew you felt that way…"
"I'm sorry that we never spend time together or even talk, I mean it never hit me that you'd want to know your mother. It never crossed my mind, until of course, you left the country…it brought back a lot of past experience, and it shocked me into reality."

"Oh my God, I left…like she did…"
"Yeah, but it was partially my fault, maybe if I'd told you about her, you wouldn't have left."

"Maybe…So…do you still love her…?"
"I do. I know everyone says that I need to move on, but there's no way I can…she's the only one I'll ever love."

"Wow…y'know, it's a long shot, but I think she feels the same way."

"In a way, I hope you're right."
I shake my head, pessimistic Dad.

We walk around the whole lake just talking. I told him about the bug in the cab driver's hair, then about Butch, and the town car. He tells me about Mom. Just stories about thing that happened that were memorable and most hilarious. Like when they were staying in a hotel for Mom's cousin's wedding, and the walls were very thin, and the people in the room next to them were arguing about their cow. I cracked up at that one. Dad also told me how Mom is the type of person who leaves a imprint on your life, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it. He was right. I couldn't begin to imagine what that must've been like for him, I mean, yeah, she left me too, but I was a baby and not in love with her like him.

But then I think, how hard must that have been for Mom? I mean, she just had this guy's baby, and had to jet off to another country to take care of her dying aunt. But…Dad was the one left, not the one doing the leaving, but I digress.

When we got back to the house, I had more flight reservations to make, and suitcases to leave back. Now that he told me all about her, and said he still loves her, I'm going back to Denmark, and I'm going to bring her back with me if it's the last thing I do.

A/N: Well…? I thought this chapter was a lil sad, but good 'cause— , well you read it! LOL Please review!

Love,

Lizzie