Sawyer was more than a little surprise to see how pristine the castle was. It was hard to believe that no one had live in it for hundreds of years. He could not help but stared at some the hand painted pictures and tapestries that were on the stones walls. Marveling at the antiques that were in the rooms that Jasmine showed him.<br/><br/>Nothing prepared him when he saw the old hand painted portrait of Jasmine that hung above a large ornately hand carve fireplace mantle. Dress in royal grown, dark chocolate long curls framed her beautiful face. Diamonds seem to drip from her ears throat and wrist. Matching the terraria that rested on her head. It him then that she was in fact a princess. Not that he ever doubted her word. But to see the proof of it was surreal to him.<br/><br/>When they had seen the documentary the other night. Jasmine had shrugged it off as if it was a coincidence. But this was her home. He had chosen to here because it was far away from where they were. And it was part of Ireland were she was from and were his ancestor came from. Never had he thought the island was her homeland. So yeah he was more than a little shock to see all of this and what it meant.<br/><br/>“It’s okay.” Holding her to him. Knowing that it must be hard to be back home after all this time. After believing that it was gone. “ Why don’t you tell me every that you can now. And what you meant by you didn’t want to believe your parents did what he told you they did.” Rubbing her back and kissing her forehead. Then he lead her  to a couch nearby and taking a seat having her seat beside him.