A/N: Hey hey! What's up? Don't expect a new chapter every week throughout the summer; I am a BUSY person, as are you all. Thanks for your support! Also, it is still Monday, April 27th.

Sanjana Rai Thalwar of Summerlea, Five

I awoke in the hospital wing, Will at my side.

Upon seeing my opened eyes, Will leaned forward and sighed.

After a moment of studying my face, he sighed again. "I've studied you enough to know that you look like her," he murmured.

"Like Simara?" I guessed and Will nodded.

"How do you know her?" he demanded.

"I don't! I saw.. I only saw two little kids playing at the fountain. The girl…"

"Looked like you and the boy looked like me. I remember that time," Will finished for me.

"Yes. Then, I saw… a car crash," I said solemnly, sad at the memory. "I was in a limo, and it was rolling. I cried out, and a woman told me I was going to be okay. The man held me and he-he called me Simara."

"Ah. You know, Simara's parents died in a set-up," Will announced and shock covered my face.

"A set-up?" I asked.

"Yes," he sighed. "A set-up. We never found out who, or why, although I assume it was someone trying to get to the royal family. I'm not sure how Oliver suffered, but the deaths definitely affected my kingdom."

"Oh," I said awkwardly. "I'm sorry."

He waved me off. "What were the man and woman called?"

"Khushi and Arnav," I responded immediately, and he smiled.

"Yes, those were the names of Simara's parents. Can you remember other family members? Friends, possibly?" he asked eagerly.

"I don't think I can just ask for a memory to come," I pointed out. "While we wait, you never told me how you know Simara."

Will blushed and lowered his head.

"Her death causes you pain," I stated.

"Did," he corrected. "It did cause me pain, but no longer, for I have discovered that she may not have died after all."

I smiled and lowered my head.

"My darling Simara," Will said, and I felt a surge of passion course through me.

We stood in front of the fountain once more. The difference was, Will and I were only 13 or 14.

"Will, when shall we meet next?" I murmured longingly. Why did I say that? I reminded myself that Will and Simara had been in love, and if I was somehow accessing Simara's memories...then I was probably feeling her emotions.

"Soon," he replied, and held out a beautiful ring. "It's a promise ring. Nothing will separate us. Nothing." I gasped as he slipped it on my finger.

"Will," I gasped. "I have your proof." The passion from the dream had left me, but I felt a need to do this. Besides, he loved Simara, so he needed to know.

I held out my hand and he gasped, then grinned. There, on my finger, was a beautiful promise ring I'd had for as long as I could remember. Now I knew who gave it to me. And why.

"Simara? It's really you?" He brushed a piece of hair out of my face. "It's really you!" He leaned forward ecstatically and embraced me, for which I was grateful for. I don't know what I would have done should he have attempted to kiss me.

"You have no proof that it's me, Will," I said quietly.

He frowned. "You knew my name before I told it to you, you keep seeing flashbacks, you know the names of the Duke and Duchess, and you have Simara's ring. Where'd you get the ring, if not from me?"

"Maybe I'd seen your name in books; you are a prince. We don't even know if those are flashbacks...I could have found the names of the Duke and Duchess anywhere, and I have a ring. Who's to say it's Simara's? I don't know where I got it," I rushed out.

Will frowned harder. "You don't know? Why not?"

I sighed in defeat. "I don't have memories from before I was 13."

He grinned. "And how old are you now?"

"18."

He laughed. "Simara would have been 18, and the accident was when she was 13. You look like her, you have her flashbacks, and you have absolutely no memories from before the accident, making it for sure that you are no normal girl."

"Yes, I realize that," I huffed. "But you forgot one thing. My aunt. I've lived with my aunt as long as I can remember-" I blushed at this point "and she never said anything about me being a Lady. She is the most power-hungry woman I have known in all my life, and so, if she knew I was royalty of sorts, she would have taken advantage of it."

He stiffened. "Who does this woman claim to be?"

"She's my aunt," I said, exasperated. "My mother's sister."

He stiffened further. "I don't believe Duchess Khushi ever had a sister."

"Exactly. Maybe I'm NOT Simara," I told him. "Ever considered that prospect, Your Highness?"

He smiled sadly. "You act like her sometimes."

I shrugged. "I don't know who I am, half the time, Will. I'm not going to take on someone else's life too!"

Will ignored me and called over a maid. "Get the Duke. Tell him it's urgent and has to do about his sister."

The maid ran off and my jaw dropped. "No. If I was Simara, the Duke would be my brother?"

Will looked at me suspiciously. "Of course."

"You're kidding. Not Duke Sameer. I can't stand that man!" I groaned and Will laughed. "He doesn't like me either, and there's absolutely no way that he'll believe I'm his sister."

Will leaned forwards. "I have spent the past five years mourning Simara. If you convinced me, you'll convince him."

I gulped, not ready for the new life that had been thrust into my hands.

Oliver's POV

Preparations swarmed me. After the sickness had arrived, the palace had half shut down. There had been no fancy guests, no balls, just me, my family, the Selection girls, Maxon, and America. It had been very relaxing.

Now, Seher was updating me on the Selection visits with Prince William.

"I have made sure that Sarah has talked to all of the Selected," she began, and I nodded. "She says that some of them seem pretty excited," at this, she shook her head and laughed. "These girls had a chance with two different princes and a duke. Really Oliver, you spoil them."

I smiled and nodded for her to go on.

"I figured that we would let Will meet them tomorrow? He's only been here a little while, so I want to let him settle in before meeting the girls like the Queen wishes."

I nodded in agreement.

"Sarah thinks it would be best for Will to meet them two at a time, so there's less meetings to go to. We also figured that he should only have one meeting the first day, three the next, and the remainders the day after those. Will, should he choose, may pursue the girls alone after the meeting and may express romance after they are eliminated."

"I like the two at a time thing, and the arrangement for different meetings per day. May I see the pairs?"

Seher nodded. "I have paired Ellery and Maryn, Siera and Sage, Skyler and Jaeda, Elvira and Calla, Wren and Jemma, and Roanna and Sanjana. For the eliminated, I haven't exactly made pairs. I've heard that Alexa Fredricksen is engaged, which is both surprising and not surprising."

I raised my eyebrow and she blushed.

"I sent an invite to Alexa anyway; if she's not married, then it doesn't matter. Wyatt Mowry is married though, so I didn't invite her."

She paused and I ran a finger over my lips, thinking. "So our unmarried eliminated girls are Alexa, Jaime, and Danielle. And, of course, you."

Seher blushed once more. "Well yes. The thing is, the engaged girls have the power to decline the invitation whereas the others do not. I am engaged and I decline the invitation."

I laughed. "You've done very well so far, Seher."

She was going to say something, but the door banged open and in came Sameer.

Seher stood and stared at her fiancé quizzically. "Sam, honey, are you alright?"

He shook his head, eyes misted, and approached her side. "How dare that man enter my home and-and m-mock me!" He yelled furiously, and Seher rubbed soothing circles on his back.

"Do explain," she said calmly.

"William. He sent a maid to tell me to come to the hospital wing. Apparently it was urgent and it was about Simara. He mocks me!" Sameer said, voice rising once more. "He has no right. She was my sister. My baby sister," tears fell down his face. I'd rarely seen him so broken.

"I know how you feel," Seher whispered, and I realized that indeed, she did. "I know you miss Simara, but how do you know that Will isn't telling the truth? My knowledge is very limited, but I believed that Will cared for Simara. If this was the case, why would he mock your pain?"

Sameer calmed down at his fiancée's logic, and the tears slowed.

"Well," I said as I stood up. "I suppose we're to go to the hospital wing."

Sameer shook his head and Seher sent him a glare.

"You have to do this, Sam. Simara would be so mad at you if you kept living like this."

So Sameer allowed himself to be escorted to the hospital wing.

When we stepped inside, we found Will sitting beside someone's bedside. Sanjana.

"What do you want, Will?" Sameer demanded.

"Did Duchess Khushi have any siblings?" Will asked, in fake innocence.

Sameer looked confused. He had been expecting to hear about his sister, not his mother. "No. Mother was an only child. My grandparents on both sides were dead by the time I was two, and the only relative I can remember was my aunt Alanna. My father's only sibling."

Will looked at the girl on the bed. "Your so-called "aunt" is lying," he announced to Sanjana and she sighed.

"Will, I have told you so many times since I woke up, maybe I am NOT Simara. Just give it up."

Sameer looked outraged. "You thought that SHE was my sister? That idiot? You mock me, Prince William! My sister is dead."

"I thought so too. Tell him," he told the girl and she sighed.

"You've met me before," she announced, "so you know that my name is Sanjana. Or supposedly so. I'm 18, apparently the same age as Simara would have been, and my only memories are from the past five years. I can't remember anything from before I was 13. I've lived with my aunt since I was 13, but she's never really told me why I can't remember, nor has she told me anything about my life before I was 13. She's cruel, and so are my two cousins."

Sameer shrugged, but I could tell he was slightly interested.

"Just a couple hours ago, I ran into Will. I know that I have never met him, yet he seemed familiar, and I knew his name right away. He takes it as proof, I take it as proof of my education. Anyway, then I had two dreams. They were Simara's dreams. Simara's memories."

Will interrupted her. "They were YOUR flashbacks," he insisted and she shrugged.

"In the first one, there were two little kids, one who was me, the other Will, and we were playing in front of the fountain. In the second-" she paused. "I was in a rolling limo. A car crash. I didn't mean to cry out, it was like something else was controlling my voice, but I called for my mom and dad. It's weird, since I don't remember my mom and dad."

Sameer had paled quite considerably. "Continue," he whispered weakly.

"After I called out for my parents, a woman answered me. She said 'Hang on, Simara. It'll be okay'. After she answered me, a man, who I assume was the man I'd called to be my father, asked her what happened. He called her Khushi. She answered him that it didn't matter, and she called him Arnav."

Sameer sat down at this, and I think he did believe that he was finally hearing his parents' last moments.

"The man wrapped his arms around me, and-and I said that I was scared. I called him Dad. He answered me by saying that he knew. First, he called me Simara, then, he called me baby."

Sameer shook, tears silently making their way across his face.

"There was one more dream. In which, Will gave me this very same ring."

She held out her hand for Sameer to see and his tears decreased.

"I-I only saw Simara wear that a couple times, every day before her death."

"I'm sorry to bother all of you, but Prince William wanted you all to know. I don't believe that I am actually the Lady Simara, or anything. I'm sorry for your pain."

Sameer got up and smiled sadly. "The reason I've hated you so much is because you remind me of her."

She nodded and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "Thank you. Thank you for sharing."

"So you don't believe her?" Will asked.

"I'm not sure. I will investigate your aunt, but I'm not sure. After years, it's awfully hard to believe that Simara would turn up now. Like the girl said, she doesn't have very much information, and some of it, I could choose not to believe. For all I know, she could be a fake."

"We have artists," I said and everyone looked at me, confused. I shrugged. "I'll find a picture of Simara, and get one of the artists to draw her like she would look now. They're experts. Then, we could compare between the picture and Sanjana."

Sameer nodded. "Yes, it's a good idea," he approved, and then strode out of the room.

"Seher?" Will asked and Seher turned towards him. "I don't want to meet those girls any more."

Seher raised her eyebrows and turned towards Sanjana. "Good luck. When a royal man puts his eye on you, you're not going to get away. Royal men always get what they want."

Sanjana's mouth dropped a little and Seher turned back to Will. "Not even for your mother? We could cut the visits in half."

Will sighed. "Fine. For Mother."

Smiling, Seher turned to me. "I'll still offer for the eliminated to come, and he'll meet the Twos and Threes. And of course, Sanjana's group."

I laughed softly as she glided out of the room, then turned and walked after her.

Wednesday, April 29th (1 month, 2 weeks, three days A/N: OMG! 123)

America's POV (TIME PASSES SLOWER)

I had been healing so well, Dr. Ashlar decided he'd let me leave today, instead of tomorrow. I was thrilled to get out, although I had to admit there were things I would miss.

I would miss Dr. Ashlar's kind ways, and I would even miss my nurse, Matilda. I would even miss the young man who'd hurt himself. He'd turned out to be very kind, and I'd amused myself with talking to him. At one point, he'd asked if I'd write, and I paled instantly, to my embarrassment.

"No," I'd said. "I need a break from guards and princes and men. I will probably be back for Kriss and Maxon's wedding, though, so I will see you then."

He'd also proven to be very understanding.

Sighing, I picked up my little suitcase. It held my few possessions; letters of good luck from Lucy and Mary, the bracelet Maxon had given me, a book Queen Amberly had told me to keep, and lastly, a couple mystery packages, which I assumed were pieces of jewelry that Mary had somehow smuggled into my bag. In any case, I wasn't about to remove them.

I wore the same clothes I'd arrived in; the white, the black, the red flats. I wore only the tiniest bit of makeup, and my hair was french braided. I should feel like America Singer, 5, no one but a musician, but I didn't. I didn't know who I was without the Palace, without Amberly, without my maids and without Maxon.

"You're ready to go, Miss Singer?" Dr. Ashlar asked and I nodded. He smiled sadly and gave me a hug. "There's a limo ready to escort you. Apparently you're allowed to go to your house here, or return to Carolina."

"I," I paused. "I suppose I should go to my house here. I don't want to hurt myself quite yet."

Dr. Ashlar smiled and told a nearby maid to alert the driver.

"Most girls left here wearing their fanciest dress and their fanciest makeup. They came as themselves, and they left as a Lady, but you…"

"I'm not one to want attention from cameras when it is such an unfortunate time," I said and Dr. Ashlar smiled knowingly. "I came as America Singer, and I am leaving as America Singer."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

Slowly, I shook my head and sighed. "I did come as America Singer, but there is no way I can leave as America Singer. My experiences here have changed me. The people I've met have changed me. I say I leave as America Singer, and that is true, in a way. On top, I leave looking the way I came, untouched. Deep down though, I leave as a different person."

Dr. Ashlar nodded thoughtfully. "Very well said indeed, Miss Singer," he smiled kindly. "Now are you ready to leave?"

I nodded, though my brain was screaming the opposite. Stay with Maxon! I shook away the thoughts desperate, not realizing that I was shaking my head as well.

"No?" he asked and I stopped and shrugged. "It's okay to feel that way," Dr. Ashlar said and I smiled a sad smile.

"I will get over it. Now, I must thank you for your excellent skills."

"It was my pleasure, Miss Singer. Now go, the car awaits."

And I did. I left.

Oliver's POV

It had been a couple days since our recent theory about Lady Sanjana and Sameer was staying true to his word. He had indeed, gone to investigate Sanjana's aunt, and he'd brought guards. Lots and lots of guards armed with weapons. I prayed that no harm would come to him, and in the end, it didn't.

Once Sanjana's "aunt" saw the weapons, she agreed easily to be questioned. When Sameer asked her if Sanjana was truly her niece, the woman shook her head, just like Will had suspected.

According to the lady, her family used to belong to a group of people that wanted the royal family gone. All royal families, not just the one in Kaliké. They had started by killing the Duke and Duchess. I don't know exactly why they didn't decide to kill Simara as well, but they shipped her off to Tamara Rai Thalwar; goodness knows her real name. Tamara was to pretend to be Simara's auntie, and they made up a whole past for the girl.

As for Sanjana's "cousins", they were nothing but orphans.

Sameer, obviously, didn't believe a word the woman said, so he conducted a search, and he found papers. Lots and lots of papers. Papers that covered Simara, papers to cover Sanjana, and most importantly, a care card. A care card that was very much real, one that read "Simara Singh Rathore".

So it was that Sameer discovered that his baby sister was alive, very much alive, in fact.

Sanjana/Simara's POV

From the beginning, I'd never truly believed Will's story. It seemed so impossible. Me? A daughter to the Duke and Duchess? Ha. But as the days wore on, my memory began to come back in pieces. Oliver's artist had made a picture that looked exactly like me. I had the outlines of some parts of my life, but I couldn't remember anything.

When Will first told me his theory, I was more convinced that Simara's ghost was inhabiting my body. But no, the Duke talked to my aunt, who I suppose is not really my aunt, and I am actually Simara. I would have ignored that, but he brought proof. How was I supposed to deny proof of my past, of how I had lived? I couldn't possibly…

"Simara!" Will cried. "I'm so glad that you're out of the hospital wing. What shall we do today?"

"We?" I asked.

"Of course."

I sighed. "Three things, Will. Let me tell you three things. One; I don't answer to Simara. It's not familiar. Two; thanks. I'm glad I'm out as well. Three; we shall do nothing together."

Will looked confused. "If you have your memories back, why couldn't you answer to Simara? And what do you mean, we won't do anything together?"

"I don't answer to Simara because I've been called Sanjana for the past five years. We won't do anything together because you're not my friend," I announced bluntly and Will looked shocked.

"But-"

"I get that you loved Simara, Will," I said slowly. "I get that Simara loved you. But I am not Simara. I guess I am, in a way, but what I mean to say, is that I've changed. I barely know who you are; I don't love you. Give up on me, Will, and go marry some Selection girl. Your mother wants a daughter-in-law as fast as possible."

Will looked shocked and very very hurt, and I felt guilty. "I-. I'm speechless," he said bitterly. "Si-Sanjana, I hope you do remember. I hope you remember everything. Because your feelings will change when your memories return. Besides, my mother adores you. I don't think she'd mind waiting a little longer."

"I told you to give up on me. My memories won't return."

"They will return. And when they do, you will be mine. I've wanted that since I was 13, and I still want it. I'm not giving up on you anytime soon. One day, Sanjana, I swear it, you'll be my wife."

At this, he walked away, and I gulped nervously. I wasn't one to fall for threats, but I believed this prince. I believed every single word.

A/N: Wow! Super long chapter! Review, please!