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The Doctor walked into the throne room, looking around. It was quite a nice place really; the lighting was wonderful. Something felt… off, however. At the center of the room, a lady reclined. As he entered, she spoke.
"Thou art not the one I expected. Nevertheless, thou art welcome here. I am Gwynevere, daughter-" "No you're not." The Doctor said, scanning her with his screwdriver.
"You" He checked the display. "...are an illusion. As a matter of fact..." He twirled around, scanning the whole room. "This entire place is! An entire city, wrapped up in one enormous illusion, a bit like…"
He paused for a few moments, then snapped his fingers in realization. "A worstenbroodje! Had one when I visited Amsterdam. Wild trip that. Lovely place, Amsterdam. But that's not important. Where was I… ah yes, the illusion! See, I have this thing about illusions. I tend to break any I come across. So, without further ado!" He grinned and raised the sonic into the air, activating it. "Let's see what you really look like, eh?"
Gwynevere's eyes widened. "No! Don't-" But whatever she had been about to say was cut off by the illusion shattering.
The Doctor looked around the now ruined throne room. "Well, I can certainly see why you had it up." He muttered to himself. He strode out of the room.
