Sometimes Bradley doesn’t know where the line between fantasy and reality is. He’ll go through his routine–makeup, costuming, etc–and warm up with some practice run-throughs of the action sequences he’ll be doing later. And that’s normal, and familiar. But then the cameras come on, the audience goes quiet, and the director yells, “action” and it all changes. Suddenly he’s not Bradley James, playing the role of Prince Arthur; Arthur is speaking through him, and the reflexes and reactions and responses are not his own and he feels as if he’s been cast in an alternate reality, that he’s really a crown prince assigned to play a role of a stage actor. And then comes the familiar call of “cut”, and he’s released back into his own body, to his own world that suddenly looks strange and unfamiliar, seen through the stained glass of time and history and legend and magic.