When Rose awoke the next morning, she found herself not in Blackpool. Was all that a dream? Of course it was she thought to herself, you're in bloody Camelot and thought you were (and wanted to be) in Blackpool? Get yourself out of bed! She tried brushing her teeth with whatever materials available and changed into a new dress. This one was a rich royal blue, of a similar style and cut to yesterday's dress. She grinned as she looked at herself in the mirror. She opened the door and found the Doctor leaving his room at the precise moment. With his goofy smile, he said,

"Good Morning! I was just coming to wake you! Did you sleep well?"

"Quite well, had a dream that was too good to be true, you know the sort? Well, do Time Lords even dream?" she responded with her own question.

"Eh … it all goes back to wibbly wobbley timey wimey …. A little complicated!" he finished, "But if you do want to know about it, I'd LOVE to talk about the scientific aspect!" Knowing full well that Rose wasn't even the slightest bit interested, he grinned at her as she rolled her eyes. She then grabbed his arm and off they went, to breakfast.

Donna's awakening had been much more pleasant that Rose's, well in the end anyway! She woke up to someone knocking on her door and had to bite her tongue to stop herself from abusing the person disturbing her sleep. Doctor-Donna definitely wasn't going to get into trouble for the old Donna's lip.

"Who is it?" she asked, as politely as she could.

"Guinevere, ma'am. I have been sent to help you get dressed for the morning," came the prompt reply. No one had ever helped Donna get dressed before, and she was eager for the experience! She didn't have to worry about her hair or anything! Not that she cared that much in the first place … She leapt out of bed, allowed the maid in, and let Gwen get to work.

"Honestly, it's like I'm in some kind of royalty spa or something!" she exclaimed.

"A spa, ma'am?" Gwen asked, perplexed.

"It's this place in Gondor where you get treated like you're the King or Queen of the world! Very calming – you should try it out sometime Gwen!" Donna replied smoothly. Deciding to grill her about her lover (for the sheer purpose of amusement, and curiosity), Donna began, "So, the Crown Prince, eh?" Gwen had been fastening Donna's corset at that moment, and accidentally pulled so hard Donna couldn't breathe.

"Excuse me?" Gwen choked.

"Shouldn't I be the one choking with no breathing space!" Donna said breathlessly. Gwen loosened the strings at the back of the corset, trying to keep a calm face. Her relationship with the Prince was strictly between the two of them (though she was knew that Merlin knew).

"I beg your pardon madam," stated Gwen hoping that Donna would drop the subject.

"It's fine," she smiled, "so how long have you been together? When's the wedding?"

Gwen blushed furiously, and tried to hide her face as she replied, "I don't know what you're talking about my Lady, I attend to the Crown Prince if he needs me to – and that is the extent of our relationship, if you can even call it that. Acquaintance would be a better word to describe it."

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, Arthur said something along the same lines yesterday. I guess you're trying to keep this a secret, which is weird considering you two are meant to be. But then again, I suppose you're keeping this hush because you're a maid and he's … well, Arthur Pendragon. Which reminds me, that wasn't in the original legend was it?"

"Legend, Ma'am?" asked Gwen, trying not to sound too confused.

"Ah, never mind! Thanks a bunch for helping me get dressed! Where shall I leave your tip?" Donna thought out loud.

"Tip, my Lady?" posed Gwen.

"Yeah, you know, my gratitude in monetary form!" Donna grinned as she pulled out a 1 pound coin and shoved it in Gwen's hand. Realizing instantaneously that money from the future couldn't come in contact with people of this age (after all, it was useless here – they only used gold, and it had the date it was made on it), she snatched it right back. "Um, I'll tip you when I leave!"

"Yes Ma'am…" trailed off Gwen. Donna was a little crazy and it was best not to question the strange terms she kept mentioning. Anything as long as she didn't bring up Arthur again thought Gwen. "This way to breakfast, my Lady."