chapter one          "Good Morning passengers, this is your captain once again, and for the last time, something I'm sure you're all happy about." A gentle chuckle fluttered through the cabin. "I have turned the seatbelt sign back on in preparation for landing. The weather in London is a comfortable 60° with a light northeastern breeze. I would like to take this chance to thank you on behalf of British Airways and all it's employees, for flying with us today. We know you have a choice as to which carrier you use, and appreciate you choosing us. Please remain seated until we are fully stopped in a gate. Thank you for flying with us, and have a good stay in London."          Ellie buckled her seatbelt and put her tray table back in the upright position. She sighed and looked out her window.          In less then ten minutes they had landed and were rolling into a gate. Ellie collected her carry-ons and departed the plane. A couple of days ago she had made arrangements with a personal secretary to the Prince of Wales to stay in St. James Palace for two weeks. The first week was set aside for observations, while the second week was for therapy sessions, on a trial basis of course.          Ellie was nervous, to say the least. She picked at the hem of her jacket, and chewed her gum frantically. She wasn't normally nervous, but then of course, this was no normal case, and no normal patient. As she walked out into the terminal, she began to scan the crowds for the driver, she was told would be there. She saw him and walked over to him. Ellie introduced herself, and he took her bags. They gathered her checked baggage and made their way through customs quickly, and out to a waiting car.          It wasn't a long drive to St. James Palace and Ellie thoroughly enjoyed the sights they passed on the way. Charles and Will greeted her at the door of the car, when she stepped out. The driver helped a butler remove her luggage, and take it to her room, while Will and Charles escorted her inside.          "I thought we should kick-off your stay with tea, how does that sound?" Charles asked.          "Lovely, thank you," she said politely, desperately needing something to perk her up.          They walked into a large, stately drawing room. Charles sat next to her on a cranberry colored sofa while Will sat across from them in a wing-backed chair. A young woman brought a tea tray in and set it down on the table in front of them. Charles poured tea, and once all had their cups and were sipping delightfully, conversation began.          "I'd like for your stay to be as pleasant as possible, so please, do not hesitate to ask for anything that you need," Charles said.          "Thank you very much, but your hospitality already is all-encompassing."          "Well, if you need anything, just ask." She nodded.          "Harry doesn't know that you are a psychiatrist, he knows that you'll be here for two weeks, but he thinks that you are a PR person working for dad."          "Ah, I see," Ellie, said, nodding slightly. She sipped her tea, and then put her cup and saucer down on the coffee table in front of her. "You know, I think in this instance, honestly may be the best policy." William smiled.          "With all due respect, you have a lot to learn about Harry."          "What do you mean?"          "As care-free as my brother is, as laid back and casual; he's still cautious and wary of people. You know what I mean?" she looked at him quizzically, hoping he'd elaborate some more. He did. "Harry would shut down completely if he knew that you were a psychiatrist and were going to spend an entire week watching him."          "With all due respect, what do you think he's going to do when he finds out that I am indeed a psychiatrist, and that I have been watching him for a week?" William leaned back in his chair and propped his right ankle up on his left knee.          "I don't know. But, we'll figure that out when we get there." Ellie sighed and stood up. Both men stood up and looked right at her.          "Well," she began, "if there's nothing else, I'd like to have a chance to settle in and rest a bit, before I finally get to meet Mr. Harry tonight."          "Of course," Charles said, "William will show you to your room."          "Thank you." .:.          William escorted her out of the drawing room and to a beautiful flight of mahogany stairs. They climbed up two flights and down a spacious corridor. He stopped in front of the third door on the right, and opened the door.          "Voila!" he said, holding his arm out, motioning her into the room. "Enjoy!"          "Thank you." She stepped inside and was taken aback by the room. Large, wood floors were accented with deep wood furniture. The walls were a deep shade of crimson, as were the drapes on the massive canopy and the drapes on the windows. A tiny alcove in the northeastern corner of the room held a fold-down desk and chair, a little sitting area and a small TV. Ellie was stunned.          "It's beautiful."          "It was one of my mum's favorites too," he said lightly. She turned around, an aching feeling in her chest.          "I can see why."          "Look, I didn't mean to seem rude or uncooperative, back in New York, and I didn't mean to bite your head off downstairs either. It's just that I've learned in the last nineteen years to be very skeptical and very cautious of people, especially if they're dealing with matters like these."          "I completely understand, and I will try to make this as easy as possible for you. Deal?"          "Deal."          "Thank you, Will. It is all right that I call you Will, yes?"          "Absolutely. Dinner's at seven, by the way."          "Thank you."          "See you then."          "You too."          He turned and closed the door. Ellie set the discrete alarm clock on the bedside table and crashed into the bed. .:. back