A/N: Hello everyone! Here's the first chapter, and I just want to tell you that while I may be a history buff, I am far from perfect, so if anyone notices anything wrong, please let me know. Other than that, please enjoy and let me know how you like it!

It started with the Weeping Angels. That's really all that Rose Tyler knew. The Doctor had explained it to her, but all she understand was that they were now stranded, with the TARDIS nowhere to be found, in 16th century London, far away from Rose's comfortable world of laptops, mobile phones and indoor plumbing. They were in a garden of sorts, surrounded by large walls of red brick. Rose clutched her head, feeling the effects of time traveling without a capsule. The Doctor was evidently more habituated at things like this, because he had hardly sat down in the half-hour since they'd gotten here. Rose could tell his brain was working hard to figure out exactly where they had landed. Then, they heard a shout.

"Who goes there!" Yelled a liveried guard rushing towards them. He took his sword from its sheath at his side and held it threateningly as a police officer in Rose's time might have used a sidearm.

"No need to get all worked up…" The Doctor said, slipping in his pocket for the psychic paper. "I am…Sir Doctor of TARDIS, and this is Lady Rose of the Powell Estate." He said, holding out the psychic paper as some sort of proof. "Sorry, no dames in the 16th century…" He whispered to Rose.

"Well, I am very sorry, milord." The guard said, "The King will be wanting to welcome you personally to Hampton Court. If you'd like to follow me, milord, milady…"

"Hampton Court? I had fieldtrips here in school…wait, you don't think when he says the King he means…"

"King Henry VIII? I think so…"

"No. Way." Rose gasped.

"If you would please wait here, I will announce you to the King." The guard said. They sat on the edge of the fountain, waiting for King Henry VIII to arrive. Rose couldn't believe that she was about to meet the same famous lady-killer king that she had heard of so often in history classes, and school visits to not only Hampton Court, but to the Tower of London, where two of Henry's six wives lost their heads. Then, a richly dressed couple emerged from one of the doors to the courtyard. A young, handsome King Henry VIII walked alongside a dignified-looking older woman, who Rose took to be his current wife.

"Sir Doctor, Lady Rose, may I present His Majesty King Henry VIII and Queen Catherine of Aragon." The guard announced. Rose searched in her mind and recalled that Catherine was Henry's first wife. So, it was early days then for His Majesty.

"Your Majesties." The Doctor said, bowing at the waist. Rose took his lead and curtsied, made all the more awkward by the fact that Rose was wearing early-21st century jeans, and not the corseted, hooped-skirt gown that Tudor women usually wore. "I am Sir Doctor, of TARDIS and this is Lady Rose Tyler of the Powell Estate. We are glad to be joining your service."

"What?" Rose whispered to the Doctor, "You're making me a servant now?"

"Lady-in-Waiting. Not the same thing. Anyway, it's the most plausible reason for us being here. You know what happens to people that cause scenes around here." The Doctor replied. Rose put her hand instinctively to her neck.

"Sir Doctor, I am sure that you will quickly find your place among my men!" Henry exclaimed, slapping a large arm around the Doctor's shoulders and leading him away.

"Lady Rose, I am sure the ladies will be as pleased as ever to make the acquaintance of someone with such…avant-garde fashion." Queen Catherine said, as Rose looked down at her decidedly 21st-century attire. "You realize, of course, that all my ladies do wear special livery…"

"Yes, your majesty. I'll be glad to change as soon as you'd like."

"Very well," Queen Catherine smiled, "You shall dress, then meet my other ladies." She said, taking Rose's hand and leading her off to the women's section of the palace. They arrived at a small chamber with a comfortable-looking bed and a small wardrobe. Inside the wardrobe were several dresses of the same style, cream-colored damask satin embossed with a Tudor rose.

"How appropriate it is that your name is Rose!" said the Queen, Rose for the first time remarking her Spanish accent. She was the daughter of the famous Ferdinand and Isabella, after all. "I think you will get along splendidly here! Please do change and meet me in my chambers." The Queen said, taking her leave. Rose sat on the bed, heaving a great sigh. Just a few moments ago, her and the Doctor were on a distant planet, fighting monsters of living stone under the light of a different sun. How did she end up here, wearing the Tudor rose on her chest in the service of Catherine of Aragon, and the Doctor being one of King Henry VIII's men? Would she ever be able to see her mother or Mickey again? These thoughts went through her mind and she fished her 'superphone' out of her pocket. She had signal, of course, but the battery was draining fast. Rose laughed at herself when she started thinking she could ask one of the other ladies for a charger. She put on one of the identical gowns, and slipped on the small French hood that was on the top shelf of the wardrobe over her blonde locks. She put her feet into the small slippers, and took her leave of her new abode, struggling with the heavy wooden door.

"Ah, Lady Rose!" The Queen exclaimed as Rose entered the queen's chambers. She noticed several other women circled around the Queen, wearing the exact same outfit as she was. "I'd like you to meet your new fellow ladies." Catherine said as she began listing off several names that Rose knew she would never be able to remember. However, her eye was drawn to one of the ladies, who wore a necklace in the shape of a 'B' with three pearls dangling from it. Rose knew she had seen it somewhere…

"And this is Lady Anne Boleyn." The Queen finished, with a fair amount of venom. Not surprising, since King Henry had been in an open affair with Lady Anne for years now. In fact, Henry's "Great Matter", or his divorce from Catherine, was nearing its conclusion. It was the year 1532, and in the next year, one Queen would be cast off in favor of a new one, and the little girl who would be become one of the greatest monarchs in British history would be born. But for now, all that Rose cared about was finding the Doctor. Maybe he had an idea how to get back home. The ladies went back to their needlework, and Rose sat at an embroidery hoop, trying to inconspicuously watch Lady Anne to see how it's done.

"Lady Rose, Her Majesty tells me you some from London, is that correct?" asked Lady Anne.

"Yes, it is." Rose replied, "I guess you could say that I'm a Londoner. Although my experience probably…differs quite a bit from others." She said, finding it odd to speak so formally.

"Well, everyone's experiences differ. I do hope that your experience here does not differ too much from my own, and that you love it here at Hampton Court as much as I do." Lady Anne said with a smile, provoking a sideways glance from the Queen. Just like when Trisha found out Mickey fancied me… Rose thought, Things never change.