The castle was huge in comparison to the tiny home she had lived in for most of her life. She had been but a small child when she was taken from this life of luxury; not that she would rather be dead, at any length. The winding halls and never-ending sea of rooms and doors and stairs were a maze to someone whom had always lived a simple life before.<span style="font-style: italic">"If you ever get lost, Your Highness, you can just as me I have lived in this castle from birth I know everything there is to know...except perhaps not all the secret passageways."</span>Josephine smiled nodded and thanked her before she went off and about to continue her work. She really didn't know where she had ended up though, and stayed where she was for a little bit. Perhaps Raoul was nearby? Josephine glanced around, looking at the walls that were covered with tapestries and pictures, painting of landscapes and animals.<br/><br/>One of them caught her attention the most, as she continued down the hall. A painting of a family, her family. Her fingertips over the parents first. She had her mother's hair, and her father's eyes. Then there was a young boy, probably about ten or so, with light golden brown hair and green eyes like his mother. He stood tall and strong beside the chair on which his parent sat. A younger girl, looking about six or seven, stood on the mother's other side, holding tight to her hand. This one had very light blonde hair, almost white, but not quite. Then there was her. She sat upon her mothers lap, at probably only a year or so old. Her white hair was brushed back, falling just below her shoulders. The same ocean blue eyes looked back at her smiling, and Josephine could almost imagine how her past had been. She closed her eyes and tried hard to remember. Something, anything from her childhood. What were her siblings like? What were their names? Were the friendly to her, did they play games together? But her memory did not answer any of the many questions she had on her mind. There would be something, somewhere, that would contain all of this knowledge. Perhaps even servants and maids, if they had remained in the castle after her family's death. Someone would tell her, if she asked that of them.