MaskedDragonfly: Nope, he didn't because he was in his office. Yep! Exciting, isn't it? Yeah, it'll be great!

Allylc: You're welcome! Thanks! Yes, but…lol K:D

I almost fall asleep about five times, arguing can really tire you out! I keep thinking about just getting to the airport, and if I can do that, I can sleep on the plane. I look out the window at Connecticut, I wonder if Mom liked it here…or if Copenhagen is where we would have moved someday. I sit back and think of my mom, and much it must suck being stuck in a boarded up tower while people guard the outside. I decide to get my mind off everything, and put my iPod in and find the "Footloose" soundtrack and highlight the song, "Footloose" and bop my head around in the back seat to it.

The cab driver looks at me in the mirror and laughs, then tries to get my attention. I pause it, and take out the ear phones, "Yeah?"

"You're sure rockin' out back there! Whatcha listenin' to?" he says.

"Footloose."

"Ah, man! I got the soundtrack," he takes out a cassette tape, puts it in the player and, Kenny Loggins comes on the speakers. So now we're both rocking out and singing in the cab. I gotta tell ya, never a dull moment in my life.

When the song's over, he says, "That's way before your time, how'd you find out about it?"

"I looked up Sarah Jessica Parker movies, and she was in that one, so I just had to see it!"

"Yeah, she was Rusty!"

"Um-hum!"

"So you're headed to the airport, where are you goin'?"
"Copenhagen."

"Like, Denmark?"

"Yeah,"

"Wow…that's far…why are you going there?"
"To visit someone."

"Huh…"

We kinda chit-chat about "Footloose" and Copenhagen until we get to the airport. For it being so late, there sure are a lot of people here! I look around and then toss the cab driver a twenty and say, "Keep the change, it's been real." he smiles and tosses me a paper.

I look at it and it's a big cast picture of "Footloose", but get this— it's signed!

"Oh no way! Thank-you so much! I've gotta give you more than a twenty for this!"

"Nah, it's okay, I always have the night shift and no one to talk to, and the fact you'd rock out with me, and let me keep change is payment enough,"

I smile, "You're sure?"

"Yes. Besides, I got about seven of those, I went to signing."

"Ohhhh. Thanks so much for this."

"No problem, and thank-you," he smiles, and even though he didn't want me too, I left a ten and a five in the backseat.

He drives off, and my suitcase and I head into the airport that looks heavenly illuminated because of the contrast from the dark sky.

I wheel my large suitcase through the doors and head to the Virgin Atlantic first class line.

"Hello, welcome to Virgin Atlantic airlines, how many I help you?" the lady behind the counter says.

"Hi, I need a two way ticket to Copenhagen, Denmark, please." I say.

"And you're traveling, alone?"
"Yup."

"Okay, let me weigh your suitcase." she takes my suitcase and sets it on a scale, "Ooh, twenty pounds, that's an addition forty to the two hundred fifty dollar ticket."

I sigh, as I take out my wallet, I peel off two hundreds, a fifty, and two twenties. Her eyes bug out as she watches me.

"My, my, goodness." she stutters.

"Hm?"

"Nothing. Do you have any identification?"

"Does a school I.D. count?"

"Are your picture and stats on it?"

"Yeah…"

"Then yes it counts,"

I nod, and take out my Hartford Academy for Girls I.D. and hand it to her.

"Waldemar, Rosalin…" she punches in some keys on her computer and then looks at me, then the card, "Alright then. Thank-you Miss Waldemar, here is your ticket, and they'll ask for your passport at the gate, do you mind if I verify it?"

"No, go ahead," I hand her the blue leather booklet, she opens it, looks from me to the passport, then hands it to me and continues, "Alright, have a lovely flight, and good evening."
"Thanks, same to you," I say and wheel over to a bench, my flip flops are murder since I was running around upstairs to leave quickly.

I open up my handbag and put my wallet and passport back in it, and find I have a Jackson (a ten) sticking out, begging to be spent, so I turn around and see a Starbucks! YES! I jump up and wheel my suitcase over to the counter put my sunglasses on my head and say, "Vendi Latté extra foam three espresso shots in it, please."

"Alright that'll be seven fifty,"

"Ugh!" I take out the ten and he catches a glimpse of my school I.D.

"Waldemar, you're a Waldemar?"

I pause, "Yeah…"
"Like, a direct descendant of Thee Baird Waldemar?"

"Yeah, he's my Dad…"

"Oh my GOD! Rozalin Waldemar…"

"Rose-a-lyn." I correct him.

"Oh, sorry, Rosalin Waldemar is buying coffee from me!"

I hand him the ten and say, "I'm glad this is such a big deal to you,"

"Oh you have no idea!"

I smile.

"Hey, Randy!" he yells

"What?"
"It's Rosalin Waldemar!"
"No shit!"

I cringe.

"No! She's right here,"

"Oh my friggin' God! No way!"

Man, my dad's even known by Starbucks guys who swear, who knew? But now some people passing by are starting to stare and to be honest, I don't know how any of these people know who my Dad is, he's just a business man, what the heck did he really do anyway?

"Rosalin Waldemar?" an older woman says.

"Yes…?" I answer.

"Oh…oh! I can't believe it! Maggie, take a picture!"
A picture?
"I don't— "

FLASH!

"I mean I— "

FLASH!
"Oh my leave the kid alone, she's singing this for me." a woman says, she hands me a pen, so I loop 'Rosalin Waldemar' on the napkin, and hand it back to her, "Here y'go." I say.

"It's who?" I hear someone yell.

"Waldemar!" I hear another.

"Look, can I just get my Latté !" I yell over all the madness.

"Of course!" the first Starbucks guy says.

I get mobbed a little, people wanting pictures with me, and I got about seven more Starbucks napkins shoved in my face, before I finally got my Latté , I tried to apologize and leave the crowd, but they followed me, yelling my name and flashing cameras at me. I tried the best escape method, Get On the Plane.

I dash over to the podium marked 'Virgin Atlantic' and shove my passport in his face and bolt through the doors.

My Latté and I are safe in First Class in a matter of seconds, I sigh with relief, when guess who, of all people in the whole wide world could have been seated next to me, it's the one who'd rat me out in a second, Miller X. Hollinsworth, Dad's business associate.

I gasp and pretend I'm digging through my handbag as he sits down, reeking of half caf double tall black coffee, and cigar smoke. I casually pick up my bag and tear to the back of the first class to the stewardess.

"Excuse me?" I say.

"Yes, how may I help you?" she says.

"I can't be seated by him," I say and point to Miller.

"Why…?"

"Because he's— " That's when I get a brilliant idea, I look from left to right, then whisper, "A pedophile."

She gasps, and says, "Oh DEAR! Well, we can't exactly kick him off, but he will be seated by him." she says and points to this huge burly guy in the back row he looks like he could take out the entire first class section with a swipe of his arm! I nod and smile weakly, "Thank-you, that might help."

She smiles and goes to break him the news.

He turns and looks toward the back, so I whip around and pretend the blue curtain separating the first class from regular class is SO interesting while he moves, then I over exaggeratedly tip toe back to my seat and sink into it with my Latté and copy of Revenge Of The Wannabees. Man, this is the life.

I sit and read about Alicia sabotaging the group for about the twelfth time, when I start to get bored, I want to listen to music, so I put in my iPod and listen to 'Almost Paradise', I dose off, and I have the weirdest dream: I'm inside a crib watching Mom and Dad, they're yelling at each other about her leaving, when she finally gets her British accent-y voice loud enough, (she's not the yelling type) Dad starts to talk to her more quietly, and she's crying, so he kisses her, which seems to work, because then they leave the room. I wake up and hit my head on the seat.

"Weird," I say as I snap my fingers to signal the stewardess, "Can I have Sunkist, please?"

"Of course," she goes and comes back almost immediately with a glass so small I'm surprised she even needed a tray with Sunkist in it.

"There you go,"

"Thank-you." I say, and drink the three drops that are in there, and swish it around in my mouth, as I survey the rest of the passengers. Most are business men in suits with briefcases and laptops, y'know, Dad's people. I glance at the on flight movie, and it's 'Roxanne'.

I watch a little of it, but it bores me after a while, I then look around and sneer at a guy a few seats over. I don't know why, I'm just bored.

I finally glance out the window, and see we're over land again! Mom here I come! But I also see sun coming over from the right which means it's morning, and Dad and Mrs. Raimi'll know I left again. This time, I didn't leave a note. And if Mrs. Raimi told…I swear I'll…well I don't know what I'll do, but it won't be pretty, when Mom and Dad's eyes meet for the first time, he has to be shocked she's there, that he's near her, that he's touching her, that he's kissing her. He can't be forewarned. Otherwise all the sappyness just gets drained right out of it. My note simply said,

"Do you really have to ask? She's the only one that loves me, please don't come after me.

If either of you even care,

Rosalin."

I can't wait to get off this plane and see my mom! I miss her so much! I haven't seen her in like a day, but I already miss her! I skipped out of the airport and onto Denmark soil, er, concrete. I look around, and see where we had seen her last time, I step out onto the cobblestone street and head toward it.

As I'm walking, I'm sure I look like a dork rolling around a huge suitcase looking as out of place as a pirate on a yacht. But to be honest, I don't care. I get to see my mom, and that's the only thing on my mind right now.

I find the little boarded up turret very quickly, but only three guards are outside of it. Huh…

I walk up to one of them and say, "Excuse me?"
"Yes, Miss?"

"Is Da— Her Majesty in there?"

"Oh no, she's in a meeting with the Danish Court."

"Ahhh, and where might that be?"

"Down by the palace, make a left."

"Alright thank-you,"
"They won't let you in, but it's a lovely view from the outside,"

"Oh, I think they'll let me in,"

He shrugs, and I head down the road to the palace, make a left, and there, is a huge like Notre Dame building which I'm assuming is where she is.

I walk up the steps and say to a guard, "Excuse me? Is there anyway I can get in there?"

"Who are you?"

"R— A courtier, sir."

"Ah, quite commonly dressed for a courtier, but eh, what can you do ay?"

"Right." I nod as he opens the large door and lets me in.

A courtier? I have no idea what the heck that is, I heard it in 'Ever After' and right, an eleven year old dressed in Abercrombie is courtier material, ha! But maybe he noticed I look so much like Mom and that's why he let me in…who knows. I walk around a little and this place is massive. And it's all royal and marble, not to mention stone. Stone, everywhere. I see another guard standing by a door, and I try to adjust my gray pullover to look more presentable as I say, "Where can I find Her Majesty and the Danish Court?"

"Up the stairs, and to the right,"

"Okay, thank-you."

I head up the stairs and turn right, and one of the two doors is ajar and little, I peer in to see what there is to see.

Mom's sitting in a chair— er, throne, pretty much in the middle of the room and the Danish Court are all sitting higher up at a long wooden bench type thing, with alcoves for them all to fit comfortably. I watch as a woman in the center twirls a pen over her finger and says slowly, "Tell us again, Damara Margrethe Alexandrine Amalienborg Swane, why your resignation from the throne is so important…"

"For the last time," her British accent distinguishable from the Danes said, she was crying I could tell, her voice was shaky, "I left my heart back in America, and without it, I'm not equipped to run a country, I'm just…not."

The same woman twirls the pen again and says, "Miss Swane, unless you're not speaking metaphorically, there is no way we can just let you go."

"But Countess, it isn't…it isn't right to force me to stay here when the man I love is in America! It's like living a half life! I simply cannot go on like this! Asking me to do this is like asking half a man to build a shed! It cannot be done! I won't do it, no."

"Miss Swane, you don't have much of a choice, if this man is all that is waiting for you there, that isn't good enough."

"Countess! He doesn't know his daughter! The two know nothing about each other! That is not the man I left, Countess,"

"Wait a minute," she tilts her head, "Did you say he does not know his daughter? This man has a daughter with another woman and you want to run back to him?"

"No, Countess, he has a daughter with me. That is what was keeping me from coming here, that is why I need to go back."

There's a moment of silence, then the council just cracks up laughing. Laughing. Hello! This isn't funny!

"Oh my dear, no need to lie! For that to be plausible, you would have had to have given birth to the child at sixteen, oh dear me, no. And if that is the case and you do indeed have a daughter, she and you would be executed."

I could just see Mom's face fall. She doesn't say anything for a few seconds, then she says, "I apologize Countess, it was a lie. But I need to get back to America!"

The main countess shakes her head with a chuckle, "No, no, Miss Swane, love is not a reason to give up a throne."

"I didn't ask for the throne, Hell, I don't even have the throne, I am but Her Majesty's advisor, I do nothing of immense importance, I can go back to bloody America and if I damn well please and there isn't much you can do about it,"

"Miss Swane, if you leave the country, you will be followed, and you will be found, and you will be brought back and what happens to you after that, I am certain you will not enjoy. As such, I advise you to keep your feet firmly on the ground here in Denmark. This meeting is adjourned."

The council all leave their high and mighty chairs and head out the door passed me, I smile and say, 'Hey, what's up?' to a few of them, but only get strange expressions and waves out of them.

I peer back into the room once I realize Mom hasn't left it yet. She hasn't moved from the throne chair, she has her head in her hand and she's crying. I feel so bad for her, she can't leave and she needs to more than ever, I don't know what Dad'll do if he has to go one much longer without her. I slowly ajar the door more as I walk in quietly. I walk around the chair to face her, she hears me and her head snaps up to look at me, but it doesn't register right away that it's me, hopefully.

"If you're asking why I'm still in here you can take whatever you have to say and shove it— " she turns and sees it's me, she gasps, "Rosalin!" she says.

"Mom," I say, I bend down the hug her. And as she's trying to dry her face off I decide to strike up a conversation.

"Tough court," I say.

"No kidding. You heard it all, did you?"

"Yeah…look I'm sorry— "

"Oh, no, no, what are you sorry for?"
"That they made you cry,"

"Oh, I was crying because of your father which believe me is no fault of yours,"

I partially smile, so does she.

"I'm sorry, I hurt him so much he…he's just a different person." she says.

"It's okay."

"No it's not, I went and messed this all up, it's me who's fault this all is,"

"Mom he didn't have to ignore me all these years."

"I know, but…"

"Mom, don't blame yourself, it wasn't all your fault,"

"I guess." she sighs heavily, and looks toward the door. "Man, what I wouldn't give just to smack her so hard she flew right up to the ceiling,"

"Who?"
"Countess Blackwell," she says trying to imitate a posh person saying it.

"Oh her! I didn't like her either,"

"I don't care, find me, drag me back her, I do not care I am going back with you to Connecticut if it kills me."

I smile, but in the back of my mind I'm thinking, it just might.

A/N: Five pages in word! Man-o! LOL I want to write the next chapter soooooo bad! So I will! LOL

Love,

Lizzie