1588, English Palace
Was it not enough the Spanish Armada fell? The will of God won the war, and I was still unmarried. Yet my rule is still in question...
Elizabeth I was trying to zone out her advisors as she looked out the window. They were talking of the question of Succession. Again. She'd grown tired of this issue and bored of the meeting as they ranted and raved.
The Impossible, she'd once said. If she were to marry-and Given her father's history she doubted it-it would be with a man like no other. Unique in his own ways, that no one could begin to understand.
An odd sound pulled her back to the room. Elizabeth turned as her advisors fell over themselves. The sound could not be described for the world, but it was repeating in equal increments. Something was forming within the conference chamber and Elizabeth stood, amazed.
It was, from best she could tell, a Blue Box. It appeared to be made of wood with windows toward the top and had a white sign on it, but what on Earth was a phone? Or a police for that matter?
One of her advisors stood, as if to demand an explanation, like she had the answer. But then the box opened and he fell back. Elizabeth raised a brow as a man stepped out.
He quite stood out, looking around cautiously. His hair was brown, not shaved but not long and stuck out in all directions. He wore pants and a jacket of dark brown with lighter stripes, and a long coat of lighter brown. She'd never seen shoes quite like his, striped, laced, and without heels.
But what struck Elizabeth was his eyes. They were impossibly aged, filled with a wisdom and knowledge only centuries could have brought. Right then he appeared to be talking to the box.
"Where have you brought me now..." English. His voice was of a distinct English accent. Then those brown eyes fell on Elizabeth and he let out a scream of delight.
"You're Queen Elizabeth! Oh my gosh! It's an honor to meet you!" Those aged eyes of his seemed to light up. "Are you still at war with Spain?"
One of the advisors started to speak, probably to scold him for directly addressing the queen, but Elizabeth held a hand out to quiet him.
"Perhaps you have not heard, good sir, but Spanish ships are not suited for English storms." A smirk played on her lips. "Philip's fleet smashed upon the waves before they could make landfall, about a month ago now."
His face lit up again and he laughed.
"Wonderful victory! Brilliant speech by the way, loved it! Such sound clever wording, and you spoke it so well!"
Elizabeth raised a brow and for then it seemed as if they were the only two in the room.
"You were there?"
"Somewhere in the back, yeah. A couple times actually." He was grinning. "Uh, sorry about the...sudden arrival. I'm the Doctor by the way."
"An outrage!" One of the advisors finally got a word in as he stood. "What heresy is this?"
"A godsend, I would say." Elizabeth countered.
"My Queen?" Rush asked in confusion. She laughed softly as the Doctor put on a pair of spectacles.
"You all demand I marry. I demand the impossible man. He is the answer to all of our prayers." Elizabeth smirked again. "I shall marry the Doctor."
Her advisors answered in uproar. Rush appeared dumbstruck. The Doctor blinked, turning from the tapestry he'd been examining.
"Heard my name, but missed the rest, sorry. Come again?"