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04
The room beyond the door was elaborately decorated, Phil looked around as they walked in. It looked a lot like the rooms in Buckingham Palace, not that she'd been since they allowed it to be opened to the public, but she'd seen pictures of it in documentaries.
"Hello? Hello? Anyone home?" Doctor said while swinging his arms at his sides and looking up at the tall ceiling. The two of them stood in the center of the room looking around confused, according to the map Marcus would be hiding away in this room. It was the main throne room where else would someone be if they thought they were the new king?
"It's eerily quiet," Phil pointed out while looking at the columns in the room, she'd already looked over the wall décor and painted ceiling. The columns were the only things she didn't look over, Doctor turned and looked at her.
"This is anticlimax."
"What were you expecting? You'd break into the palace and confront the guy?" Phil laughed and crossed her arms, Doctor gave her a childish expression and pointed a finger at her, only it was more to something behind her.
"Don't move." He said while taking a step towards her, Phil frowned and turned her head, "No seriously...don't." He said regarding to her looking behind her. "Phil this is one of those times where you have to listen to me." Doctor grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her away from the column just as a elongated arm swiped down. Phil looked at the arm with wide eyes and looked up at the owner of the arm.
"Hello you must be Marcus? You must be Marcus! There's no one else in the building only you. Tell me where is everyone else?" Doctor questioned while letting go of Phil, the owner of the elongated arm jumped down from the column.
Marcus took a step forward and seemed to shrink into himself and return to looking like a regular person. If knowing he wasn't some sort of alien Phil would have just written him off as any other normal man. He looked rather normal, Marcus gave her a sly looking smile when he caught her looking him over.
Doctor gave a awkward cough and Marcus redirected his attention away from her to him. "Sorry but people are so interesting, they make amazing slaves as they do mates." Marcus said while Phil pulled a face. "Why do you look so shocked by my words? Surely you're one of them to him."
"Ew."
"Ew?" Doctor said while looking between the two confused, "Ew!" He exclaimed and shook his hand at the man in front of them. "Friend, she's a friend."
"You react badly to one of them but not the other?"
"I'm not a slave, there's a thing called 'human rights' ever heard of it?" Phil asked while using air quotations, Marcus tilted his head at her confused. "Take that as a no."
"What are you doing here on this planet Marcus? More importantly what are you?" Doctor asked while watching Marcus walk towards the elaborate throne which was literally the center piece of the room.
"It's my home."
"You took this home away from people who were living here, and whose family had been living here for many generations."
"Oh well," Marcus gave a shrug and sat down casually, "I'm just going to improve this place slightly."
"You're corrupting it."
"Ha! Not my fault my government is corrupt and it runs through my veins." Marcus draped a leg over the arm of the throne. "Moonkin."
"Moomin?" Phil said confused which caused Doctor to try and not laugh, in the end though he did and looked at her. "What?" Her confusion just made him laugh more, Phil just stood there confused before smiling out of confusion.
"Moonkin!" Marcus shouted correcting her, Doctor stopped laughing thanks to his raised voice and Phil flinched not liking being shouted at. "My race is a mystery, no one knows where we come from our home world isn't even our home world."
"You infringe and take over other peoples homes."
"You say it like it's a bad thing," Marcus smirked at Doctor who stood frowning at him, "Think of it as borrowing."
"Why are you here?"
"We need somewhere to live which is sufficient for us all."
"Taking over the monarchy is not the way to do it." Doctor said while not moving and just staring straight at the relaxed man in the throne.
"But I like it here, the people are all so interesting."
"What did you do with the previous monarchy?" Phil asked, Marcus and his smug attitude were starting to really annoy her. He cast his green eyes to look at her, instead of answering he jumped up and walked over to where she was standing. He wasn't expecting Doctor to intercept his path, Doctor being the taller looked down at him. Marcus backed off and looked over his shoulder at the two of them.
"Nothing."
"Then where are they?"
"Oh I don't know! In a million pieces under the floor boards? In their rooms locked up under surveillance?"
"Just answer the question," Doctor said annoyed now with Marcus too, he was all for giving someone a chance but Marcus just seemed to be prolonging the moment.
"Did you want the truth or a lie?"
Doctor and Phil looked at each other and then at him, "Truth."
"Typical," Marcus rolled his eyes and rolled his hand up to the ceiling, "They're all around you." The two looked confused before looking up, there were figures, much like when Marcus was on the column earlier on hanging from the ceiling. They had short stubby feathers from their arms and each were clutching onto someone.
"Let them go."
"Poor choice of words, you do realize if I tell them to let them go, they'll come falling to the floor." Marcus stated, "One thing I've learnt about people, they're not very resilient."
"You say you want to live here, you've over thrown the standing monarchy, then why are they still alive?" Phil asked simply, it was an honest question. If Marcus truly wanted to over throw the monarchy and remake it for his own kind, then why was he keeping the queen and the prince alive, as well as all the maids and servants?