An: this chapter is written in third person, just this chapter, then the next one will be back on Lizzie's POV.

Chapter Nine

Lizzie stared down at the grave, they were slowly lowering her mothers coffin into the dark earth, bile was rising in her throat. The cold wind whipped though her dark brown hair wavy hair, which was half tied up. He skin was pale but her lips were bright red. Her eyes were hard but glistening slightly. The day was sharp and bright. Next to her on one side was her father and on the other her boyfriend. Her black floaty skirt billowed in the rising wind, she wrapped herself tighter into her coat.

This isn't right, she wanted to be cremated, she didn't want to be locked up inside a box. Lizzie thought to herself.

The service ended and people slowly drifted away, until at last it was just William and her. She knelt down and through a rose onto the grave.

"I'm sorry mum, I'm sorry I didn't help and I was difficult. I'm sorry I didn't notice your pain; I wish I could go back and help you. I'm so sorry I failed as a daughter, as a person, as the person you wanted me to be. Please mummy, please forgive me, because I'm going to do better for both of us." Lizzie whispered into the strong wind. Her voice carried over the graveyard. It came out sounding creepy, like a ghostly voice in a misty place. She rose from the ground to see William turn away from her fast.

She walked over to him, his back to her, it was shaking slightly, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed his jaw.

"Are you okay?" she said so quietly she wasn't sure if he had heard her.

He nodded and turned to her. His eyes were so close to spilling over, but he spoke sternly as if warning himself not to cry.

"You're being so brave, I just wish I could make it better." He stated, as if he allowed any emotion into his voice he was surely start crying.

"Come on lets get back, everyone will already be at the house, we can walk from here. Come on." Lizzie said tugging at his hand. He looked at her, her eyes were bright, if slightly sad, her skin almost white, her nose pink from the cold and her lips, her lips were almost blood red. She was so beautiful, even without trying she was stunning. He kissed her cheek and walked on with her leading the way.

At the house people congregated, talking about Lady Harlington as if she was a saint, Lizzie knew this was what happened when people died, they were glorified. After about an hour of walking around being told how much she looked like her mother she had had enough.

"William…" she whispered softly into her ear. Lacing her hand with his.

"Yeah." He said leaning his head to allow her to whisper into his ear.

"Want to get away for a bit?" she asked in a wannabe- sexy voice.

"What! Lizzie, we are at a wake! Your mothers, at that. We cant just, muck around at a wake." He said. Apparently appalled at her suggestion.

"Oh. Your no fun William, I think its because you cant keep up with me." Lizzie said patronisingly.

"I can. It would just be a bit weird that's all." He said sounding like a small boy.

Lizzie walked off fully aware that William was watching her move. She walked past all of the old people, with her head down, hair covering her face.

"Aw poor darling, she's taking it badly, should I go after her? Oh no, no need the prince is going to make sure she's alright." She heard an old lady say quietly.

So he's following me, I knew it. Lizzie thought to herself.

She walked slowly up the central stairs, which were wide and grand. The she turned right and walked into the bathroom. She sat on the chase long, and waited for William to walk in.

As he walked in she noticed his laboured breath, clearly not from the walk up the stairs but from the blood that was rushing in his ears. He shut the door and lent against it. Lizzie then walked slowly up to him and slammed his back against the door, kissing his passionately. He groaned from hitting his head and also wanting.

"Does…. It… feel… weird…. William?" she asked in between kisses.

"No." he murmured against her lips. His hands went to her waist and slipped under her top. He noted how soft her skin was, softer than he had ever noticed before. All of his senses seemed suddenly heightened. He could smell her shampoo and perfume. He could taste the glass of wine she had had downstairs. He could feel her skin fire at his touch. Her could hear he breaths and little noises.

He pushed himself from the door and picked her up easily, Lizzie wrapped her legs around him and he carried her over to the chase long, put her down and lay on top of her. He supported himself on his elbows and kissed her neck cruelly. Electing small moans to escape from her bruised lips. Just then the door flew open to reveal Lizzie's Grandmother, a strict, scary looking woman. William jumped up from his place on top of Lizzie.

"Your majesty." Lizzie's grandmother said sternly.

"Grandmother. I can explain." Lizzie said although she knew she couldn't.

"Oh really, can you Elizabeth?" her grandmother said with laughter in her voice.

"It was my fault." William said desperately.

"Oh for goodness sake, both of you stop being so immature and follow me." The old woman said and turned on her heals.

Lizzie and William stole and glance at once another. William reached over and smoothed down part of Lizzie's hair, which was completely ruffled, and she straightened his tie for him, then they followed after the woman dragging their feet.

They reached her fathers study to find her by the fireplace, she gestured to the two chairs and William and Lizzie sat awaiting their lecture.

"So are you two seeing each other?" Lizzie's grandmother said turning around and smiling. This came as a shock to Lizzie; her grandmother hardly ever looked anything than bored.

"Um." Lizzie said stupidly.

"Yes. We have been seeing each other for almost seven months now, we have of course being doing it discretely, I didn't want the press bothering Lizzie." William answered diplomatically.

"Naturally, naturally. Well I have to say I'm glad, its what your mother would have wanted Elizabeth, she would want you to be happy." The old woman said with a kind smile.

Lizzie looked down examining her skirt, tears were stinging her eyes.

It's all I ever wanted, to make you happy mum. Lizzie thought to herself.

She felt a hand on her hair, and looked up to see her grandmother's eyes watering as hers were.

"I won't tell anyone if that's what you want." She said nodding slightly as if agreeing with herself.

"Thank you, grandmother." Lizzie said allowing a tear to run down her cheek.

"Do you love her your highness?" the woman said to William.

"Very much." William answered smiling.

A:N the next chapter will be them back at school…. Let the fun commence! Please review many thanks to all my reviewers. Leia