The Queen of Camelot paced the throne room nervously. Even the draft Merlin had offered could not ease her. How could she ease herself, when she knew the meeting with this—what would she call it, a man?—being was beyond the most ancient magic? That it dealt and was associated with something beyond her time, beyond anything that Merlin had simply looked at her and walked out of the room? The curiosity was unbearable, but she would soon find out it's name, it's species…
"'Ello?"
Gwen looked up, startled. She self-conciously placed the royal seal into her pocket, safe. "Are you…"
"The last timelord?" the man raised an eyebrow. Every step he took forward, Gwen took a tiny step back. "The mysterious man Merlin had referred to you?"
"Y..yes." Gwen's eyes grew wide. She was surprised. She expected him to have green skin, or definitely…not a human, not a pleasant-looking man. No.
The stranger's eyes drifted down Gwen's most favorite dress. Nervously, she smoothed out the beautiful silk. Her fingers cascaded down the countless beads sewn into her skirt, forming flowers on the red fabric. "Beautiful dress, my lady."
The queen gave him a small nod. "Yes. T…Thank…" she cleared her throat, trying to ease her shaky voice, "Thank you."
She was quite amazed by his wear. He wore some kind of clothing made out of grey cloth, something that would be worn on a woman. However, it suited him quite well. How, well, it was beyond Gwen's imagining, but she could only assume it was a wealthy wear wherever he came from.
The stranger leaned forward. "The child? Your daughter? Where is she?"
"Up in her nursery." She bit her lip. "Sleeping."
The self-proclaimed 'timelord' nods. "Yes, yes." He turns around and looks down at the plain, tiled floor. Goosebumps popped up on Guinevere's arms as she remembered the memories cast upon that floor. Her tears once fell on that floor. Her husband's anger was sprayed across it. She'd seen many villagers receive upsetting news on that floor. She wouldn't want her daughter to experience that. "Her name, what is it?" he waved his arm about. "For personal reference, in case I happen to encounter a charming literature-loving alien for if I'd tell her I've met the Once and Future Princess?"
Gwen turned her head to the right. What, did he just say? "Eliana." She replied, hesitant. "Princess Eliana Penndragon."
"Princess Eliana Penndragon." The man replied, sinking his hands into his pockets. "Lovely, wonderful name. Although not much in a name…" he drifted off, looking up. "So."
He looked over at the queen. "What exactly do you want with me?"
"Merlin told me you are of power much beyond the old religion." Queen Guinevere told him. "That's all he's told me. So what exactly can you do?"
"Time." The man gave a thin smile. "Is my specialty. I can travel through it, forwards, backwards, in very rare circumstances beyond alternate universes...maybe both traveling through time and space at the same time, when I feel daring."
Gwen stared at him indignantly. "You can…travel through time?"
The man nodded. "As well as space."
The queen shook her head in disbelief. Time? He could travel through time? My, Merlin could hardly slow time down, if this man can travel through it what else could he do? "By traveling through time, may I clarify, you mean you can travel through the years as they go by, instantly?"
The man nodded. "Yes. Quite bright for a human at this time."
"For a human? At this time?"
The man scratched his head. "What I can do for you? Can you decide?"
Gwen looked down at her feet. This creature could travel through time! How could she use this meeting to use? How can she fufill her one desire? How could she meet…
"Wait." Gwen looked up at the man. "Can you carry people with you as you travel through time?"
The man raised an eyebrow. "Yes. Yes, and so?"
"Can you carry Eliana with you?"
The man's jaw dropped. He grabbed his jaw in shock and turned around. "You want me to take your daughter through time, farther from you than you can possibly imagine?"
"Farther from me," Gwen took a step forward. "but closer to her father."
The man shook his head, letting out a laugh. "If Arthurian Legend serves my mind right, you want me to bring her to the Lake of Avalon, to the time when Arthur will rise again?" the man stared at Gwen straight in the eyes. "You do realize legend has foretold that the time will be horrid, a time Abilon needs him the most, an apocalypse for what the modern people call it?"
Gwen took no effort to process the information this time. "Yes."
The man gave one last look to the queen. He stared at her warm, brown eyes, wishing she'd suddenly change her mind. He didn't want to give her the big speech about the dangers of time traveling, and wished she'd regret on her own.
Find some sense, my lady….
"Very well." The man turned to exit the room. "Consider it done."
"Oh, thank you." Gwen gave a sigh of relief. "But your name. I'd like to know the name who would take my daughter through time."
The man put his hands on his hips. "Most people call me The Doctor."