The Doctor had always told his companions and those with reckless intentions that history has to happen, there are certain points in time that are fixed and can not, should not be changed. Events that shaped the human race, the fall of Rome ( Well he may have been involved just a little) The American civil rights movement ( It was his idea to march on Washington DC did you know?) The world wars, ( He did stop the third one there was no reason to argue over who left the kettle on now is there) Yes the Doctor had always tried to stay in line with what should happen, has happened and will happened. That is until one day when his TARDIS landed in 1536 England.
" Well now sexy where are we?" The doctor looked at the screen at his eye level. Scanning for lifeforms and showing him a picture of what is just outside the blue wooden doors. His fingers stroking the console affectionately. He had been running from where he really needs to go but hey when you have a time machine and the whole universe to explore it wasn't his time not yet he wasn't having it. The TARDIS thrummed under his touch ' You'll see Raggedy Man' he heard in his mind his eyes rolling " Amy calls me that not you!" He teases before he grabbed his coat and strolled to the door opening it.
Before him was a garden, the grass green with patches of daisies every now and then. Well cut hedges lined the small square his TARDIS had settled herself in. Beneath his feet were rose bushes. Quickly he jumped out of the prickly trampled mess turning to look at his TARDIS. Shaking his head he reached out closing the door whispering "Learn how to park it's been nine hundred years and you still trampled flowers" He turned again and froze. In front of him stood a woman, maybe in her early thirties, her face pale tears still in her eyes that now gazed at him wide and unsure. Around her throat was a string of pearls and a shining gold B. He stood there his mouth half open.
" Who are you?" she whispered fear etching her voice she took a second to look behind her and see they were alone utterly alone. Non of her ladies were with her and Henry had long since abandoned her. The Doctor looked at her and finally closed his mouth only to open it again and find no words worthy of such a woman. Before him stood Anne Boleyn the most talked and thought about Queen of Englands history. With a rush of excitement he realised just what he had done. He had changed history, well he may as well enjoy himself whilst at it.