Chapter Thirteen
Bri watched the children scamper around the Windsors newly opened for England.
There was Wills on the otherside who she made a point to avoid. But couldn't help but look at him play with the group. He caught her staring and gave her a smile and a wave.
She turned away, scolded herself privately for looking, and focused her attention on the kids playing hopscotch in front of her.
The kid who was waiting for her turn smiled up at Bri.
Bri smiled back. Look in William's direction, a voice told her.
She shook her head and tried to ignore it.
Look at him! the order came more intensely.
Bri gazed up. On the otherside of the yard William was pushing a girl around eight years of age on a swing.
The child was giggling, her long hair flowing behind her like a banner. "Higher! Higher!" she squealed as an excited order to the prince.
It was such an innocent scene. Then why do I feel so scared, Bri wondered. For some reason same feeling of uncomfortability she felt on the hunt rushed over her. William gave an extra strong push. The chain of the swing broke.
Bri ran to the girl.
She was too late.

"Just one moment," the nurse at the front desk said, smiling with artificial brightness. She looked down and typed something onto the computer screen.
Bri tapped the get well card she had gotten for the little girl against her fingers.
William's laughter trailed out of the hospital room. Not waiting for the nurse to reply, Brianna followed it. Before she even got to the door she heard him say, "...Your arm's going to heal and you'll be at a party in Buckingham breaking my heart in no time."
Wills teased her chucking her chin with his finger. He gave her a smile.
She giggled. Her big brown eyes grew even bigger, star-struck and in love at his concern. She clutched the stuffed animal he had given her earlier with her good arm as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
Somewhere in the midst of flowers and balloons, a photographer asked, "How about a picture with you sitting next to her, Wills?"
"Sure thing."
The people in the room were touched by his actions, knowing how much he hated his picture taken.
Standing in the doorway, Bri looked at the prince's face as he positioned himself next to the patient. His dazzling smile focused on the cameras. He's milking this all up! Bri thought to herself feeling the blood rush to her head, ready to explode.
The room was filled with. "Awww." "Isn't he so nice?" "Just like his mum"
Bri simmered inside. How could so many people be so gullible? She left her get well card at the table near the entrance which was had a stack of them already from strangers who had seen the televised segment.
Wills laughed with polite humility at the compliments people showered on him. His eyes caught Bri watching him. He winked.
She sneered, knowing what that wink meant while the world was still left without a clue. She walked way before anyone else noticed she came.
After a while, William emerged from the room. He stopped and gave one last wave from the doorway, then stuffed his hands boyishly into his trouser pockets.
"Good-bye, Your Highness. Thanks for stopping by, Your Highness," the parents called to him gratefully.
Bri saw him, then turned away. She pretended there was nothing in the world she found more fascinating than the bottled water stand at the end of the hallway and the tiled floor. The floor was fascinating. Look at all those minuscule cracks. Like a web...
William approached her. "It was an accident."
She wanted to leave without saying anything. Knowing that her saying anything would be futile. But she said it anyway. "Damnit, William, why don't I believe you?"

Chapter Fourteen
Bri sneaked into William's room. The stark silence was a reminder that the wing was empty and that she was trespassing. The last thing she needed was a servant confronting her on her actions. She would end up as the bad guy. Where Wills was concerned she always ended up as the bad guy these days. She tripped over a chair and bit her lip from screaming out from pain. Didn't she just remind herself that the Palace wing was empty? Why didn't she turn on a light? She cursed, doing so then. On the desk was pictures of the royal family. Behind the framed glass, Diana smiled with her sons. Bri ran her fingers over the corners and longed for what was. "Get moving, girl, you dont have all day," she told herself.
Bri opened a drawer. More pictures. Pictures of her. On one black and white, a red heart was surrounded her face. A romantic move. She shivered, and dropped it back in. "What else?"
She moved to the bookshelves. What was she looking for? Bri didn't know. Something, anything, to give her insight on William's personality. Why he was acting the way he was. His journal, Bri realized. She wanted to see his journal. The memory of that dark brown book which he started before she left for France. Some entries he had allowed her to read, others he made it clear she was never to read. She had understood. Now, she felt it was her only hope.
She knocked over a pocket watch which had been resting on the middle shelf. Bri cursed under her breath as it fell to the floor. Being paranoid about Wills was doing wonders for her vocabulary. She was surprised when something that looked like white powder spilled from it.
Was it?
She bent over and rubbed the stuff between two of her fingers.
It looked like--
Nooo...
"Geez, Bri! Do you know how much the stuff cost me?" A small tsk.
Bri turned around. "William..." She didn't have to add how much she hated him. It was already in her tone.
He leaned against the doorframe a smile on his lips which his pointer finger was caressing languidly in amusement. "I'd come over there. But here? I have this most pleasant view of your bum."
At his words Bri immediately stood up and straightened her skirt.
He laughed, walking over.
"Get away from me," Bri told him. She readied to make a brash exit till she realized that meant going through him.
He come towards her. Standing upright, chest out, his hands held primly behind his back.
Backing up, Bri felt herself hit the wall. In her head: here we go again! She turned her face away.
"You know..." William said. His eyes glittering in the lack of light. "For a girl who claims she doesn't want me you seem to come around here a lot." He made himself look confused. "Now why could that be?"
"You're crazy," Bri hissed, trying to step around him. When he wouldn't let her pass, she threatened. "Someone's going to go through that door and when they do --"
A soft laugh. "No one's going to walk in on us. The wing is empty..." William nuzzled her ear. His breath on her cheek. "I think you planned it that way. You're so thoughtful, Bri."
"Don't --" she protested feebly.
"Don't what?" he asked as if he really wanted an answer.
The conversation was in her head but only their eyes spoke.
Don't kiss me, William. He was pinning her wrists on the wall.
Why don't you want me to kiss you? C'mon, Bri, you might like it...
I might like it too much... Bri thought.
He kissed her.
She wanted to fight. She had to fight. Someway. Anyway... She wriggled under his grip. The kiss deepened. But, oh, it was so much easier to give in. To concentrate on what he was making her feel with his mouth. To submit to emotions she couldn't control. She didn't have the strength to control. William exhausted her. Giving in doesn't take much strength... She bit him.
He slapped her.
Bri held her head's side position for a moment. The action was nothing. That was just a physical hurt that would heal in time. The fact that he did do it -- that was an emotional hurt that she felt she would never recover from. When he hit Liz she was still thinking to herself "this was not happening this was not happening" Now... as her own face stung with his hurtful intent... She raised her eyes to meet his. She looked at his unrepentant expression and clarity set in. She stated, "You're not William."
The boy was quiet.
"You're not William!" she repeated. "William - in any state - wouldn't even dare think of slapping me!" she shoved him to the wall. "Who are you?" she demanded.
A smile was on his face. "Like you said -- not William."
Bri tried to concentrate. To find the hidden meaning in the words. "What do you mean? Explain yourself right now."
Two words made it all clear. "Switch Mountain."
"Switch Mountain," Bri echoed. Two people exchanging bodies... That was the tale William told her so long ago when they were lost. "Tyler?" she asked.
The grin said it all.
Bri let go of him. "Oh my-- Then Wills is--"
William kissed her again. Demanding. Something to prove. No it wasn't William. It was Tyler. It was William's lips; but Tyler's kiss. William's arms that we're holding her tightly; but Tyler's dark embrace. It was William's hands caressing her; but Tyler's evil touch. She felt herself getting lost in a spinning void of confusion. Getting lost in the kiss. So much easier to just remain confused. She opened her eyes shocked when the kiss stopped.
"Poor William," the boy observed when they drew apart. "I get his body. I get his title," he gave Bri a once over. "I get his girl."
"I hate you, Tyler!" Bri spat out venomously.
He raised an eyebrow. "But you like my kissing."
Bri felt herself turn red and it wasn't from anger. "Oh!" she growled and left.
Taunting laughter echoed in her ears.

A knock came on the door of the servants quarters.
When it was opened, Bri looked into the sixteen-year-old servant's eyes. Green. Tyler's eyes. But it was her childhood friend looking at her behind them. Drowsy. Questioning.
"Wills..." his name was caught in her throat.
"You found out," was all he said. It was a thankful prayer.
Bri closed her eyes and walked into his arms.