"Is this design to your satisfactory my lady President?" Narvin asked her as he shoved a few papers towards her and she eagerly took them, her eyes quickly scanning over them the parchment as she looked at his work. "The Genesis Ark...That is what you wanted to call it."
Romana nodded, pleased at how her creation has turned out. It was exactly what they needed to win the war! So long the Daleks didn't get their hands on it of course and she hoped that didn't come to the case. "It will do perfectly Narvin. How long will it take you to build?"
Narvin shrugged as he took the papers back and tucked them underneath his armpits. "Hopefully not long if my assistants work like they are working now. Your design was very clear and straight to the point so it should be easy enough if I make a few adjustments to it."
"Very well. Get on with it, I have other matters I need to attend to." She nodded her head towards him before grabbing her pen and dripping it in ink.
"My lady." Narvin bowed before leaving the room, all ready she was buried in paper work, signing forms of letters to send to families who have lost someone in the war. Signing her name over and over again and she realized her name has become stale and cursed. It was then she realized that she wasn't writing in ink but in blood and she looked to see where the blood came from before she saw a nasty gash on her elbow followed by a trial of blood and she realized she was writing her name in her own blood. She screamed.
Fire. All around her was burning fire and she screamed as the fire touched her skin and she pulled her arm back, only for it to be grabbed by someone and she spun around quickly, only to see it was Braxiatel who held her wrist tightly. "Braxiatel!" She cried with relief and she tried to jerk her wrist back from him but she found that she couldn't, his grip to strong. "Let me go. I command you as President to let go of me this instant."
"You destroyed Gallifrey my lady," Braxiatel told her dangerously, his eyes narrowing and Romana noticed a tint of red flash through his eyes. "You've left us homeless! You destroyed my brother!"
"It had to be done! You know better than anyone!" Romana cried, not caring if Braxiatel was not using the correct form of address. "Forgive me please."
Braxiatel spat at her and she flinched. She deserved it she knew, after everything she has done and she let the fire touch her long blonde hair and she realized she was in her second body."I will never forgive you, murderer." He advanced on her dangerously and she felt threatened.
"No, Braxiatel, please forgive me!" She cried but it was too late and Braxiatel had his fists clenched around her throat and lifted her up in the air. "No!"
Romana screamed and thrashed around in her bed and began to whimper. The nightmares catching up on her and the sheets got tangled as she turned over and over. "No!" She screamed and she didn't hear the door of her room open and close. "No! Forgive me! I did not mean to!" She withered as though in pain.
"My lady!" Braxiatel sat next to her, trying to get her awake and the TARDIS sent Romana some soothing noise to try and calm her down. "Romana, it's just a nightmare." He held Romana close to him and he felt her whimper as he held her. "Just a nightmare. Nothing more." He repeated more softly. He too had nightmares but he made sure he put up barriers around his room so no one would hear him screaming.
Romana stopped withering and started to shiver, her hands clenched around Braxiatel's jacket and she opened her eyes, blinking slightly. "I'm sorry," She whispered, unable to look at him. "It's the first time I slept since my regeneration." She shivered, still frightened by what she dreamt. She tried to sleep less now, the nightmares getting worse and worse despite the TARDIS's help of soothing her to sleep. Even when she was sleeping the TARDIS always tried to send her mathematical equations to try and calm her.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" He asked, still holding her and he wasn't going to complain. He liked holding her, despite the circumstances they were in.
Romana shook her head. "No thank you." She gripped his shirt tightly without realizing and Braxiatel wasn't going to complain.
"Want to talk about your nightmare?" He enquired, looking slightly concerned.
Romana hesitated. She knew Braxiatel followed her until the end when she was President. He knew of the things that she did whilst on Gallifrey, before and after the Time War. Braxiatel, her faithful friend if she could call him that now. She wasn't sure what he was to her anymore. "It's fine..." She gave a shaky breath and the TARDIS gave her a gentle hum. "Thank you both." She added to the TARDIS and Braxiatel. She honestly wouldn't know what she'll do without them.
Braxiatel paused. He too had nightmares when he slept which was rarely. He tended not to sleep these days, not after his incident with Henry Van Statten and the tortureshe had to endure whilst he slept then. He knew his lady was very proud and stubborn and liked to have things under her control but he knew that her nightmares must be horrible. He wanted to look into her mind to see what she dreamt but he knew that would be an invasion of privacy and Romana wouldn't be too pleased with him if he did, beside he'll just end up getting another slap off her. He nodded. "If you say so my lady."
"Please Braxiatel, I am President no longer so you don't need to use the formal address. You can call me by my name you know." She attempted a weak smile.
"Very well." He untangled his arms where he held Romana and made his leave. He had his hands on Romana's doorknob and was about to leave when Romana stopped him.
"Braxiatel," Romana called and he paused, turning his head slightly. "Do you forgive me for what I have done to Gallifrey?"
"Forgive you?" He echoed. He wasn't sure himself but he knew it was his brother and Romana that thrashed the Daleks and Rassilon. Without them doing what they did, he knew that the Time War would of raged across the universe, leaving devastation in it's wake. He turned around to face her and saw Romana waiting for his answer patiently. She has asked that question before and said that he needed time to process what she and his brother have done. "Yes. You are always and completely forgiven." He turned back round and left Romana's bed chambers and walked back to his own room before he bumped into Mickey who looked concerned.
"Is Romana okay?" Mickey asked concerned and he looked in the direction of Romana's bed chambers.
"She's fine. We all have nightmares, nothing to worry about."
Mickey frowned. He could hear Romana screaming all the way down the corridor and that didn't sound like an average nightmare. Was this what Rose had to deal with? He couldn't begin to imagine what sort of hell these Time-Lords have been through on their home planet. He imagined they went through hell itself. Being President in the middle of a terrible war...He shuddered. He couldn't bear to imagine what Romana had to go through. "Does she need anything?" He asked.
"No. We just had a little talk, she's calmed down now. Thank you for your concern." Braxiatel brushed past him, leaving Mickey standing in the empty corridor listening to the TARDIS's gentle humming.
It wasn't long before Mickey heard both Romana and Braxiatel scream throughout the TARDIS and he felt hopeless as he knew he could do nothing to ease their pain and guilt.
King Louise went to Reinette's bedroom, his heart racing as he rushed to get away from the creatures. The creatures of nightmare and he strolled into Reinette's room who he noticed was standing and staring at the fireplace, not moving and he knew she was waiting for her two angels to come. "We are under attack! There are creature's...I don't even think they're human. We can't stop them." He told her and he moved forwards, concerned that she was still looking at the fireplace and was not even attempting to flee. "Did you hear what I said?" He took her hand and pulled her away from the fireplace.
She stopped and looked insistently at him. "Listen to me. There are two angels coming to Versailles. They have watched over me my whole life and they will not desert me tonight."
"What are you talking about? What angels?" He shook his head.
"The only angels, save you, I have ever loved." She continued quickly before the King could interrupt. "No, don't look like that, there's no time. You have your duties. I am your mistress. Go to your Queen." She went back to the fireplace and crouched down and began to speak into the flames with a sense of urgency. She needed her two angels like she has never done before. "Are you there? Can you hear me? I need you now, you promised. The clock on the mantel is broken. It is time. Braxiatel! Romana!"
"So, where are we going?" Mickey asked excitedly as they walked into the console. He made sure not to ask the Time-Lords what their nightmares were about and chose to ignore it.
Romana looked up from the console and sent him a smile. "Somewhere amazing..." The TARDIS materialised and Braxiatel walked to the door, opening it for Romana. "Thank you Braxiatel." She stepped out gracefully and Braxiatel followed out after her before Mickey and Rose followed after them.
"It's a spaceship! Brilliant, I got a spaceship on my first go!" Mickey exclaimed with happiness.
"Looks kind of abandoned...anyone on board?" Rose asked, looking surprised as she noticed nobody around.
"There's nobody here." Braxiatel replied smoothly. "It looks like it's been abandoned for a long time..." He noticed Romana looking around at the back of the TARDIS to see something. "Romana?"
"I know what the ship is called," She replied as she came back round. "Madame De Pompadour. Now that is a name."
Rose smirked as Braxiatel walked over to a control panel in the centre of the room and started tapping at some buttons. "So, what's the date? How far have we gone?"
"We're in the Fifty-First century in the Diagmar Cluster," Braxiatel replied before looking up at Mickey. "Two and a half galaxies away from Earth." He pulled a switch and the lights turned on and the roof gradually opened into a window which showed the view of the stars outside. Braxiatel was used to seeing space but all the time, it was beautiful no matter where he was.
Mickey moved to the porthole and gazed out in awe. Rose walked over to him and placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled. Romana and Braxiatel rummage around the control panel and Romana picked up bits and pieces of broken technology and looked unimpressed at them, shaking her head.
"Mickey Smith, meet the universe. See anything you like?" Rose asked, still looking at the sky.
"It's so realistic!" Mickey told her, amazed by what he was seeing.
Romana grumbled. "For a fifty-first century spaceship, this ship is full of rubbish! What happened here I wonder?" She chucked the pieces down casually whilst Braxiatel looked up, noticing a screen with a diagram of the spaceship on and Rose and Mickey went to join the Time-Lords.
Braxiatel looked at it with curiosity. "Now this is odd Romana. All the warp engines and it's full of capacity. There's enough power running through this ship but yet, we're not moving. Now where is all that power going too I wonder mmm?"
Romana looked up and went to the map, studying it.
"Where'd all the crew go?" Rose asked again as Braxiatel leaned forward and tweaked some knobs on the control.
"That's what I'd like to know as well." Romana replied. "No life readings on board. No sign of robots or droids either."
"Well, we're in deep space; they didn't just nip out for a quick fag." Rose told her sarcastically.
"Nope, checked all the smoking areas." Braxiatel told her seriously and Rose rolled her eyes before sniffing. "Can you smell that?"
Romana wriggled her nose in disgust. Something just didn't smell right.
"Yeah, someone's cooking." Rose nodded.
"Sunday roast, definitely." Mickey told them, grinning.
"I wouldn't say that too soon Mickey, could be something else." Romana replied as Braxiatel pressed some buttons and a door opened behind them. They walked through and saw part of the wall and floor with 18th century décor as well as a lit fireplace and Romana flinched, remembering her nightmare. "Well there's something you don't see every day on a spaceship." She and Braxiatel walked over it, scanning it with their sonic screwdrivers. "Eighteenth century. French! Nice mantel, was my second choice to have in my office during my time as President."
"Definitely not a hologram." Braxiatel checked as he bent down and examines it closely whilst Mickey and Rose explored the rest of the room. "Not even a reproduction, this actually is an eighteenth century French fireplace. Double-sided with another room through there."
Rose looked through another porthole and she frowned as she could quite clearly see that there was only space on the outside."There can't be, that's the outer hull of the ship, look." Rose told him disbelievingly. Romana crouched down next to Braxiatel and looked through the fire into the other room only to notice a young girl with long blonde hair in a dressing gown looking back at them.
"Hello!" Romana nodded at her cheerily.
"Hello..." The young girl replied hesitatingly, unsure if what she was seeing was true.
"What's your name?"
"Reinette..." Reinette replied nervously.
"It's not by any chance Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson is it?" Braxiatel frowned at the young girl, studying her. He recognized the girl from one of his many books and paintings back at his collection. Unfortunately, that was all gone now.
She nodded. "That is my full name but you're more than welcome to call me Reinette."
"It's a lovely name," Romana smiled at her encouragingly. "Can you tell us where you are at the moment Reinette?"
"In my bedroom!" Reinette told them slightly suspiciously.
"And where exactly is your bedroom?" Romana raised a perfectly sculptured eyebrow. She couldn't understand that whatever was on board this ship wanted something to do with this time period of France. More importantly, Reinette who later became Madame De Pompadour and Romana wondered if it was because of the name of the ship.
"Paris of course!" Reinette laughed.
"Paris! Oh I love it there." She turned to Braxiatel. "Went there with your brother to see the Mona Lisa. Wasn't impressed, she didn't have any eyebrows."
"Monsieur, Madame, what are you doing in my fireplace?" The young girl looked back and forth at the two of them.
"It's a fire-check routine," Braxiatel lied. "Please could you tell us what year it is over there?"
"Of course I can! Seventeen hundred and twenty seven."
Romana nodded. "Lovely, I'll recommend you stay indoors when it comes to August. That's it for now, thank you very much. Hope you enjoy the rest of the fire! Goodnight!"
"Goodnight Madame, Monsieur." Reinette told them and Braxiatel helped Romana up onto her feet and both looked thoughtful.
"You both said this was the fifty-first century." Mickey accused them.
"We also said this ship was generating a lot of power, enough power to punch a hole in the universe and I think we've just found it. Must be a spatio-temporal hyperlink." Braxiatel frowned, running his hand through his hair and Romana rolled her eyes.
"What's that?" Mickey blinked.
"He just didn't want to say the 'magic door'." Romana told him, chuckling slightly as Braxiatel scowled at her comment. He was so like his brother even if he didn't realize it.
"And on the other side of the," Rose put on a deep voice. "'Magic door', is France 1727?"
Romana nodded before walking back over to the fire-place, examining it whilst Braxiatel stood to the side, observing her. "The girl we just spoke to was Jeanne-Antoinette Poisson, otherwise known as Reinette. She was a member of the French court and official chief mistress of King Louis XV of France." She sniffed. "But why is a spaceship named after her joint to her bedroom?"
"She was speaking English, I heard English!" Mickey protested.
Rose draped her arm around Mickey's neck as Braxiatel strolled next to Romana. "That's the TARDIS. It translate for ya."
"Even French?" Mickey blinked. So that meant Romana and Braxiatel weren't actually talking in English and he wondered what their language actually sounded like.
"Yep." Rose nodded.
Braxiatel kneed the side of the fireplace before a section of the wall began to rotate, taking both Time-Lords with it. "There we are."
"Braxiatel!" Rose called after them but it was too late, the fire-place had finished turning. Once the fire-place had finished turning, Romana and Braxiatel found themselves standing in a dark and shadowy bedroom with the young Reinette asleep. The ticking of a clock could be heard as they wondered towards a window and saw the Paris skyline and saw that it was snowing. The neigh of a horse could be heard and the young Reinette's eyes snapped open to see the Silhouette of the Time-Lords at the window and she sat up and they both turned around.
"It's okay!" Romana told the girl soothingly. "It's us. There is no reason to be afraid. We're your fire-place people. Look." She walked over and lit up a candle by her bed with her sonic screwdriver but Reinette still looked startled.
"We were talking just a few moments ago. We were both in your fire-place." Braxiatel told her and the girl looked at them curiously.
"Monsieur, that was weeks ago. That was months!"
Romana and Braxiatel both looked surprised. That meant the link between the spaceship and here was jumping time-tracks. "Ah. Sometimes that does happen." He nodded and walked back to the fireplace and knocked on it, listening to the sound it produced. "We might need to fix that I think Romana."
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" Reinette asked them, looking from one to the other.
Both Time-Lords ignored her and Romana stiffened feeling very uneasy and slightly paranoid whilst looking at the clock on the mantle and looked a bit fearful and Braxiatel took a step back.
"Oh, I don't like that." Romana commented, looking uneasy at the clock. If the clock was broken, how could they still hear ticking?
"You're both scared of a broken clock?" Reinette asked them sceptically. She couldn't understand. Here stood two adults in front of her, both looking confident in everything yet here they were, scared of a broken clock. It never bothered her, why should it bother them?
"Oh I would say more than a bit scared." Braxiatel replied. "Because if this clock is broken and it's the only clock in the room..." He paused and turned to look at Romana before looking back at Reinette. The ticking noise continuing loudly. "Then what is that noise you ask my dear?" The ticking noise grew louder and Reinette looked around, looking scared. Braxiatel barely moved, looking directly underneath Reinette's bed. "Because it's not a clock. You can tell by the resonance."
Romana nodded. "Too big to be a clock. I would say about the size of a man." She moved slowly towards the bed as did Braxiatel.
"What is it?" Reinette asked fearfully.
"Let's think. If you were the size of a man, where would you hide? Now, no one notices the sound of one clock ticking but two?" He paused and glanced at Romana. "You might start to wonder if you're really alone."
Romana sat next to Reinette on her bed on Braxiatel's side and made sure to put both feet on the bed and held her hand as Braxiatel moved towards the bed and crouched down as he took his sonic screwdriver out of his pocket. "Reinette, look at me." Romana told her sternly. "I want you to look at me and stay with me. Don't put your hands or feet over the edge." She squeezed her hand.
Braxiatel peered underneath the bed before turning on the sonic screwdriver to scan. Suddenly, something smacked him backwards, knocking the screwdriver out of his hand and Reinette gasped. Braxiatel scrambled back to look underneath and he saw a pair of feet standing there wearing typical aristocratic French dress and Braxiatel rolled his eyes. Knowing whatever creature this was, it was trying very hard to blend in. Braxiatel slowly resumes crouching before looking at the two ladies on the bed.
"Reinette..." He whispered. "Don't look around." Braxiatel stood up to look straight at the figure and Romana turned to look at it, her nose wriggling slightly before looking back at Reinette feeling uneasy.
"Reinette, hold still for one second." She said softly before grasping her head between her hands and stared intently into her eyes with a disturbed expression before sending the results to Braxiatel telepathically.
Braxiatel's eyes widened and he looked at the figure. "You've been scanning her brain! You crossed two galaxies and thousands of years just to scan her brain?"
"I don't understand...it wants me?!" Reinette turned around and looked at the figure and to both time-lord's surprises, she didn't even flinch. "You want me?"
The figure's head twitches and Braxiatel realized it was a droid. "Not yet. You are incomplete." The droid replied.
Romana scoffed and stood up near Braxiatel, getting her sonic screwdriver at the ready. "'Incomplete'? What does that mean? 'Incomplete'?"
The droid didn't answer but continued staring at Reinette. Braxiatel stood up and realized that the droid was only programmed to speak to Reinette and he produced his sonic screwdriver, slightly irritated by this. "So you're only programmed to answer her, right. But tell me this, what do you mean 'Incomplete?'"
Just as he expected the droid did not answer him and stead it walked in jerky movements around the bed facing both Time-Lords and the droid extents two arms and two menacing blades slid out near their faces. They tilt their heads away.
"Madame, Monsieur, be careful!" Reinette cried, looking at them with wide eyes.
"It's just a nightmare Reinette," Romana told her not looking away from the droid as she studied it. "Don't worry about it. Everyone has nightmares." She winced before Braxiatel took her hand and they both backed away as the droid pursued them. It swipes at Braxiatel who jumped back, reaching for the fireplace. "Even monsters from under the bed have nightmares, don't you, monster?"
The droid slashes at them again and they both jumped aside just as the droid's blades hit the mantel, getting stuck.
"What do monsters have nightmares about?" Reinette frowned as she watched the droid struggle.
Romana took the opportunity to turn the fireplace around. "Us!" She replied and Reinette smiled as they disappeared from her view,
"Braxiatel!" Rose cried as she saw them come into view. As the fire-place finished turning, Braxiatel ran and grabbed a fire extinguisher from the wall and used it to spray ice at the droid. It convulses in a last, vain attempt to free itself before freezing completely.
"Excellent, ice gun!" Mickey said appreciatively.
Braxiatel calmly threw the fire extinguisher to Rose who caught it. "Actually it's a fire extinguisher." He corrected. "Not an Ice Gun."
"Where did that thing come from?" Rose asked, looking at the droid cautiously.
"It came from here." Romana replied as she peered at it.
"So why is it dressed like that?" Mickey asked, not understanding why a droid from the fifty-first century was dressed like it belonged in France. It looked positively ridiculous.
"You humans ask a lot of questions don't you?" Braxiatel scratched his head. "It's obvious. It decided to take a little trip to France. Basic camouflage protocol." He walked back over to Romana, squinting at it. Romana pulled off the wig to reveal its actual head which was an ornate clockwork mechanism covered with a clear plastic egg shape. Romana and Braxiatel admired the clockwork mechanism gleefully and looked at it with a giddy expression upon their faces.
"Oh, you are beautiful!" Romana cried as Mickey and Rose edge closer in curiosity and Romana put on her glasses to examine it more closely. "This would be classified as a work of art back on Gallifrey!"
"Romana's right, this is something beautiful." Braxiatel said in almost awe. "This is gorgeous. Space age clockwork! Now I haven't seen something this beautiful in a very long time. I would of put you in my collection if it was still around."
Mickey raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what he meant by his collection.
Romana nodded. "We mean it from our hearts and you might want to count those. It would be a crime and an act of vandalism to disassemble you." She gave the droid one last wistful look at the droid before holding up the sonic screwdriver. "But I'm afraid that's not going to stop me. Not until I know why you're scanning her brain."
The droid creaked back into life and teleported away before Romana or Braxiatel could do anything to it. Rose and Mickey blinked and looked around as if expecting it to be there and Romana sighed, putting her sonic screwdriver back before walking swiftly back to the fireplace with Braxiatel, preparing to go back on the other side. "Short range teleport." Romana mused. "The only places it can go to is either here or in France."
"What is it?" Rose asked them.
Braxiatel pointed at the humans. "Don't go looking for it. Stay right here because we don't know what exactly is on board this ship."
"Where are you two going?"
"Won't be long. Just need to look at a clock." Romana turned the fireplace, Braxiatel standing next to her as they returned to Reinette's side. Rose looked down at the fire extinguisher, weighing it up in her hands.
"Braxiatel said not to look for it..." Mickey scolded her, realising what Rose was about to do.
"Yeah, he did." Rose told him with feigning seriousness.
They look at each other for a few moments, before Mickey smiled and grabbed the other fire extinguisher on the wall. Rose laughed. "Now you're getting it!" They both jogged out of the room, in search for the droid.
Braxiatel helped Romana off the fireplace, only to find themselves in a plush bedroom of red and gold. They stepped away from the fireplace and Romana realized that a few months or years must of gone by. Romana idly brushed a hand across the strings of a harp. "Reminds me the harp of Rassilon." She told Braxiatel as she began to play one of Rassilon's tunes professionally.
Braxiatel was not surprised. Romana was the expert of nearly everything and was about to comment on her tune, which was a famous tune back on Gallifrey and was often played at weddings when a woman cleared her throat. Romana stopped playing the harp and Braxiatel turned around and realized that this was an older version of Reinette. "My lady." He gave a slight bow as Romana stood next to him. "It has been a few years."
"More than a few I think Braxiatel." Romana muttered to him.
"Reinette! We're ready to go!" They heard Reinette's mother call from outside the room.
"Go to the carriage, mother. I will join you there." Reinette called as she smiled brightly at the two Time-Lords. "It is customary, I think to have an imaginary friend or friends only during one's childhood. You are both to be congratulated on your persistence."
"Imaginary friends? I assure you Reinette, we are perfectly real." Romana told her.
Reinette merely smiled. "You have both not aged a single day. That is tremendously impolite of the pair of you."
"You flatter us my lady." Braxiatel replied silkily. "Shouldn't you be with your mother now? Wouldn't want your mother finding you here with strangers would we now mmm?"
"Strangers? How can you both be strangers to me? I have known you both since I was seven years old."
"In your point of view...I suppose you are correct." Romana mused. "For us it's only been less than a couple of hours."
Reinette raised both of her hands and gently touched both time-lord's cheeks, wanting to believe that her angels were real. Braxiatel looking slightly startled as she examined them. "Well, you both seem to be flesh and bone at any rate but this is absurd. Reason tells me that my angels cannot be real."
Romana scoffed. "Never listen to reason is what I always say."
Braxiatel raised an eyebrow at Romana. "Really now Romana? I think travelling with my brother has rubbed off on you."
"Mademoiselle! Your mother grows impatient!" A servant shouted on the opposite side.
Reinette looked annoyed by the interruption of her servant. "A moment!" She didn't want to leave. Not when she found her two angels who saved her from the monster underneath her bed. She turned to look back at the Time-Lord's, her gaze drifting back and forth between the two. "So many questions. So little time. I can see a thin light flickering over you two but your differences set you apart." She placed a kiss on both Braxiatel and Romana's cheeks before running to the open door, grabbing a purse from her dressing table as she went without so much as a backward glance. Romana looked amused at Braxiatel who wiped his cheek with his sleeve. The servant came to the door but stopped dead as he noticed the pair of them in the room.
"Well Reinette Poisson has certainly grown hasn't she?" Braxiatel asked and the servant looked bemused by their presence.
"Of course she has Braxiatel. The fire-place must be jumping time-tracks." Romana wiped his cheek with her handkerchief, knowing he'll probably want to experiment on Reinette's human DNA later back in the TARDIS.
"I very well know who she is Romana," Braxiatel said dryly. "Reinette Poisson otherwise later known as Madame Etoiles who then later became the mistress of Louis the Fifteenth uncrowned Queen of France. She was an actress, artist, musician, dancer, courtesan and apparently a fantastic gardener."
"You still haven't lost your touch." Romana smirked.
"Who the hell are you?" The servant asked them both loudly, wondering what on earth they were on about.
Braxiatel took Romana's hand and they both reached the fireplace and Romana found the trigger back to the ship. "I'm Romanadvoratrelundar and this is Irving Braxiatel and we both got a peck from Madame De Pompadour!" The fireplace revolved again taking them with it and Braxiatel stepped off first before helping Romana off the fireplace. "Rose?"
They looked around to find no one there and Romana gritted her teeth. "We told them clearly not to wonder off! Don't they realize just how dangerous this could be? They have no idea what could be on this ship! Idiots!"
"They are your companions, not mine." Braxiatel told her as they walked, smirking.
"Oh don't you start Braxiatel. How your brother manages to pick the intelligent companions and ones who don't wonder off, I have no idea." They turned a corner when they were met by a white horse in the middle of the corridor. They blinked whilst the horse whined.
