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It wasn't long after Tim was lead away that Rose noticed Thornon creeping out of the room. Elda had calmed, though she seemed to be scanning the room for something or someone more than she was paying attention to Locke. He honestly didn't seem to have much a care in the world, so Rose's conversation with Jack had caused her to focus more on the man from the West. He had left Donna's side shortly after Layla arrived, and while he seemed to know not to rush over, he didn't exactly move with stealth.
She followed, finding him turning the corner in the corridor. She rounded with him, moving as quietly as she could.
He and Layla were talking, but oddly enough it didn't strike her that of stolen moments between forbidden lovers. She seemed nervous, concerned, and Thornon looked anxious. Their exchange was hushed, but not as if they were saying words of deep affection.
After a moment, Thornon glanced over, doing a double take with a startle. "Lady Rose." He said, Layla only startling a tiny bit. "I, it's," he stuttered, looking between the blonde woman in front of him, then the one he was found by. "I have no excuse for this." He finally resigned, bowing his head.
"What's going on here?" Rose asked, walking toward them slowly, keeping her eyes peeled for a possible attack.
Thornon looked to Layla, asking permission with his eyes, and she nodded once. He nodded in confirmation before reaching behind him and pulling dagger out from a hidden sheath at his back. He took it by the blade, handing it hilt first to Rose.
She didn't take it, merely looking it over. "That's your family dagger." Rose noted, pointing at it unnecessarily. "The one used to attack Donna last night."
"It is," Thornon said softly with a nod. "And as I suspected, it wasn't retrieved from the West, but from my own home here in the East."
"I thought you lived here at the castle?" Rose asked as Thornon tucked the dagger away.
"I do, but while my wealth here in the East is minimal I have been able to give a home to my son away from all this. Layla's parents live with him, and she had recently received word that …." He stopped, looking to the woman who stood with him.
"My father had arrived this afternoon to inform me that the dagger was missing. They returned from working the fields to find the house had been ransacked. He thought it merely travelers looking to swipe food, as is known to happen, but nothing seemed to be missing. My son, however, had noted his room was in complete disarray, and the dagger had been missing from the mantel."
"Who would know he had it?" Rose asked, checking over her shoulder to ensure no one would be listening.
"Thornon had gifted it to our son on the day of his birth. I never kept it secret who my lover was, I saw no point even if Princess Schala returned. One can not change the past, and a child should know their true parentage if at all possible." Layla said with conviction.
Rose nodded, understanding, remembering that she did like hearing the stories her mother always told about her Dad even if she knew it wasn't truly a fairy tale.
"So someone is trying to frame one or both of you," Rose chewed on her lower lip.
"It would appear so," Layla nodded, resigned, her shoulders sagging. "I was in the kitchen, helping pack the provisions for the trip. There was so much chaos, I couldn't even begin to fathom how easily it must have been for someone to slip that repulsive arachnid in with the food. The Queen's lover, the twins' father, had it as a pet and it was kept in the study for safety reasons. Anyone could have sneaked it out of the room and into the kitchen without much notice."
"The Doctor's serving time for that one," Rose said with a smirk, then frowned. "'Course now Tim is being led down there, and seeing as how that's the reason he deserves to be locked up…." Rose looked up at the pair and smiled thinly. "Sorry, best go make sure he doesn't kill our companion." She turned away.
"Lady Rose," Thornon called out, and Rose looked at him over her shoulder. "Be careful. I find it strange for Elda to have had both your men locked up. I sense that perhaps getting you out of the way is exactly what she wants."
Rose considered this, and could see the likelihood that it was the plan. Still, she had to make sure the Doctor didn't kill Tim in jealousy that shouldn't exist. "Do me a favor, Thornon. Go back to Donna's side. I'll be with her as soon as I can. Only mean to check on the Doctor."
"I will." Thornon said with a nod, taking one last look at Layla before leaving.
Rose's heart broke. She remembered gazes like that, long and filled with longing, unspoken emotion, desire to say words that shouldn't be said. She'd seen it first in blue eyes, though she hadn't fully believed what she saw in those depths. She'd seen them in brown as well, and it was those brown eyes she wanted to look into now. Whether or not he was sorry for any of it, at the moment, Rose didn't care. Because after seeing that once familiar gaze between a couple that were being forced apart tore at her.
She hurried down the halls, trying to make her way to the dungeon, having a pretty good idea where it was.
She rounded a corner, and her fight sense tingled. She paused, listened, hearing nothing. Had to have been the lower lighting, and echo of her own footsteps making her paranoid. But as Rose walked on, that fight instinct kicked in stronger. Her muscles tensed, and she had a better sense that someone was behind her.
Whipping around, Rose's fist made contact with flesh. The attacker, female by the sounds of the grunt, didn't let up in her fight back. Rose was strong, but she was starting to see that that didn't make her stronger than any another species. The Namtier woman was her equal, hitting Rose back, and trying to force her against the wall. Rose pushed back, the two in a dead lock long enough for her to see she didn't know who this woman was other than a guard. There was nothing familiar in the face before her.
She pushed, the guard stumbled back, and as Rose was about to pounce on her something hit her hard in the back of the head.
Her vision swam, she felt her body hurtling toward the floor, and Rose's last thought was wondering what would happen if her head split open on the stone floor.
~DWDWDW~
"What do you mean she's gone?" The Doctor looked at her like she was off her rocker, and Donna felt like slapping him.
She didn't, though, and she'd pat herself on the back for that one later. "I mean she's gone. As in the last two people to see her were Layla and Thornon, and they both said she came in search for you two." She explained as she stepped aside, minding the skirt of her long, puffy, blue ball gown as the boys exited the cell. "Didn't think it would take that long to come down here and peek on you, but when I realized it'd been a bit, thought I'd just make sure she was still yelling your ear off."
"Wolf Girl's smart, she might have just, I dunno, taken a different way to get here. Or maybe she heard us talking, decided not to interrupt, and went back to her room?" Tim suggested with a shrug, the Doctor looking at him with uncertainty. "Not to diss your party, or anything, but it was better last night. More entertaining. You know, up to the point where someone tried to kill you."
Donna scowled at Psychboy, but only because it was knee jerk reaction.
"Well, let's all go up and have a little looksy, eh?" The Doctor said with a cheerful voice but sharp, calculating eyes. "Make sure Tim here's right, and Rose just wanted some time alone."
The three headed back up, making their way through the corridors leading back to the more luxurious places in the castle. Donna was about to turn lead them up to the corridor of bed chambers. when she noticed the Doctor stop, stiffening. She watched him, noting his nostrils flaring slightly as his eyes darkened in a way that sent a shiver of fear down her spine. He turned sharply toward the left wall, dropping down to his knees and examining the floor. He took a whiff, then reached our a finger, pressed something to the floor.
"Rose's blood." He growled as he looked at something on his finger that Donna couldn't see.
"You know it's hers?" Tim asked, and the Doctor nodded ever so slightly as he stared at his finger like it offended him. "How?"
"I can smell it, smell her. That scent has been ingrained in my receptors for eight years, I know it intimately. The precise hormonal and chemical combinations that make Rose, and she was here and someone hurt her, then cleaned up the mess save one little spot." He growled as he got his feet, brushing his hand against his trouser leg as he stood.
"But she'll be alright." Donna tried to reassure. "She'll be okay, she can't … it's not like we have to worry about the worst, we just have to find her."
"Donna, I know what it looks like to those on the outside. I know it looks like Rose can take a bullet to the head or a knife to the chest and just keep on going, but it doesn't work like that. Death is painful for her, but it's a pain she'd take on to save our lives. If someone killed her and she came back before she was alone it would open a whole knew world of torture. We need to find her, and we need to do it now." The Doctor said, his panic mixing with his anger and causing Donna to subconsciously back up a couple steps.
Laughter echoed down the hall, melodic and feminine, the spoke words too hushed for Donna to hear, but the way the Doctor turned toward it and shoved Tim behind him she was sure the Time Lord heard it.
Elda and three other girls turned the corner, and Tim groaned as the quartet gasped. The leader of the gang of girls quickly pulled herself together and glared down the Doctor. "I will have your head for this. No one escapes my dungeon and li-."
"I let him go." Donna interrupted, arms spread wide, though she wasn't sure how that was going to help any. "I'm the princess, so I out rank you. I say they go free." She rushed out, holding Elda's eye.
She didn't shift, didn't ease up, but when she spoke she did it with respect. "And why does Princess Schala need these two? You have Thornon, I would recommend if you want to cement your family line you should consort with the man you're meant to marry instead of one of these two."
"Oh, no!" All three travels shouted with their own words of disgust, and Donna was certain that both the boys had grimaces that matched her own.
When she finally got over her initial revulsion, she cleared her throat and said, "Rose is gone, and they can help me find her."
"Gone?" Elda said, eyes widening. "Surely she's just in her chambers."
"Someone's attacked her." The Doctor said behind Donna, his voice that eerie dark that made her glad she was on his side.
"You're certain." Elda asked.
"I am," The Doctor replied.
"Then I will help you find her." She said before turning to the girls behind her. "Return to the banquet, if you see the lady Rose there at any point in time, inform one of the guards and tell them to find us immediately. And please give word to Locke that I won't be returning so he may retire if he so chooses." She then turned back to Donna. "Princess, I will change and help you and your men look for her." She nodded once and then took off back down the hall, turning the opposite direction that the gaggle of girls went.
Donna let out a breathe, relaxing some of the tension in her shoulders though it returned nearly instantly. "Can we trust that she's not behind the disappearance?" She asked the Doctor.
He was staring at the spot where Elda had disappeared, his face the dark and determined she expected to see.
"Yes," He said with confidence. "Her mind screamed in shock.." The Doctor's face changed to curious. "And panic, oddly enough. I do believe Lady Elda has a crush on my future wife."
"Oh, sure, you think I have a thing for her and you go all 'bringer of darkness' on me. A hot, blonde, alien woman wants in Rose's pants and you're amused." Tim threw his hands up in exasperation.
"Oi, you thought he fancied Rose?" Donna asked the Doctor, gapping at the stupid alien in front of her as he pulled on his ear. "You're thick, you know that?"
"Yes," The Doctor mumbled.
"No wonder Rose let you get locked up. And she knows, doesn't she? Did she slap you? Because if she didn't, I certainly will."
"Alright, alright, enough." The Doctor said, looking between his two companions with annoyance. "Rose is out there somewhere and we need to find her."
"Can you follow your nose?" Tim asked, smirking a bit as he made to put his hands in his non-existent pockets, only to look like he was about to fall over before he put his hands on his hips instead.
The Doctor glared at him. "A stagnant drop of her blood would carry a scent but it's not like I can follow a trail. Time Lord, not a blood hound." He shook his head. "It just doesn't make sense, where would she go? Where would they take her? She was out numbered, clearly, or taken by surprise. I've seen her take down aliens twice her size, so I know it wasn't a matter of being overpowered."
"Well, we know she's not in the dungeon." Donna said, catching the Doctor's eye. "She's not there, right? We would have known."
"No one but Tim was brought down there since I had been, so unless there is a second entrance."
"There's not," Elda's voice preceded her around the corner. She was dressed in her guard uniform complete with gold sash once again. "You're standing in the only corridor that leads down there. Better than having a second way for escapees to exit by." She said, quirking an eyebrow but not showing any humor.
"Elda," The Doctor approached her, making it look as though he was about to reach for her but stopped. "If you had a person of extreme power, who you wanted to make sure stayed away, or dead, where would you put them?"
~DWDWDW~
Rose gasped as her head broke water, the cold from the river causing more pain then the lack of oxygen had. She wasn't sure how she ended up there, but the temperature shocked her out of unconsciousness. She'd had sandbags tied to her feet, and while she was seeing spots and had nearly drowned while trying to get them free she had managed. She didn't mean to make so much noise as she came up to the surface, and she realized her mistake in doing so the second the three figures that had been disappearing into the night had turned sharply back around.
"You said she was dead?" She heard the unmistakable gentile voice of Queen Gwendolyn ask those who were with her.
"She was, majesty," A girl had replied. Of course it was a girl, it did take two of them to subdue her, after all.
"We swear by it." Said the other.
"Too much blood was gone, and she had shallow breath."
"Gonna try again, then?" Rose said as she pulled herself out of the water. Her dress clung to her body, the fabric much heavier than it had been dry. "Might take a while, to be honest. Haven't been known to stay dead long, me."
"Which is why you make such an exemplary protector for my daughter," Gwendolyn said as the figure in the middle turned around, gliding toward her in the near pitch black night with a small, glowing ball at waist height. There was only a sliver of moon in the night sky to cast light, and it wasn't until the Queen was barely more than a couple feet away that Rose saw her sweet smile reflected in the glow of the guiding light in her left hand. Gwendolyn reached out, stroking Rose's cheek. The panic that came through the skin contact wasn't nearly as strong as the determination. "And it's also why I need to find a way to incapacitate you, if not completely destroy you. Because how else am I going to have my daughter killed before her wedding if you're always going to be there to save her?"
She knew it was coming, felt it in her gut from the moment she understood it was under Gwendolyn's orders that the guards attempted to kill her and toss her in the river. The sigh that came out was that of resignation as she felt the Queen shift her ring around as subtly as possible given where her hand was.
"I won't stay down for long." Rose warned her as she felt the pin prick in her neck. She flinched despite not wanting to, a sharp intake of breath accompanying the pain.
"That's okay," Gwendolyn said soothingly. "Schala won't have much longer in this world as it is, and if all is going how I believe it should at the banquet, she'll be gone by the time I return."
Why? That was what Rose wanted to ask, but her eyes felt heavy and her head spun. Gwendolyn gave her a gentle nudge, and Rose was back in the water. She felt the cold, felt the water fill her lungs, but no matter what she did her body wouldn't react the way she wanted to. She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the pain of drowning.
~DWDWDW~
As Elda lead them as quickly as she could toward the connected barracks, commotion from the banquet hall stopped them all short. Donna looked to the Doctor who narrowed his eyes in confusion before following Elda's lead and taking off to investigate.
"It's not Rose," Tim said, his voice unsteady.
"Rose?" Donna said, turning to take a good look at then genuine concern in his eyes. "You don't usually call her that. Whaddya know, Pyshcboy?"
He swallowed hard. "Can't say." He said softly, and Donna regarded him with suspicion before the Doctor ran back toward them.
"We need to get you out of here right now." He said to Donna as he gripped her arms, glancing at Elda as she came around the corner with a sword drawn.
"What's going on?" Donna asked, looking between the head guard and the Doctor.
"You were to be poisoned." Elda said with detachment. "It turned out your absence sparked one of the other guests to sip your wine and pick off your plate and …."
"She doesn't need to know about the blood bath." The Doctor snapped, and while Elda looked offended, she didn't say anything. "We should keep moving."
To that, Elda nodded, and the four of them continued toward the adjacent barracks. They took the long way, having heard voices but not sure if it would be wise to stop and ask anyone anything. Even if they were the very women who over took Rose, Donna realized it was likely more important to get to her than it would be to find her attackers.
The barracks were empty, and Elda lead them swiftly down a floor and to a side door. "It's the only spot in the castle that connects to the land outside the surrounding walls." Elda explained as she produced a key from within the bodice of her tunic, fitting it into the lock. "Very few people have access to it, only those of high rank," She said as she turned the lock and pulled open the door. She restored the key, and as Donna looked at her in confusion the blonde finally cracked a small smile. "Hidden pocket." She said in way of explanation as to where she was stuffing the key before waving Donna through ahead of her.
"Rose!" The Doctor called out into the night.
"Blimey it's dark out," Donna said as she looked around, barely able to see the hand in front of her, only just making out the silhouettes of the others. She turned skyward, seeing the sliver of moon left in the sky. "Moonless night is almost here." She noted, her stomach doing a flip flop.
"Rose!" The Doctor called out again, panic increasing. He turned his head abruptly, and Donna heard the sloshing of water and the fitful cough before more thrashing. The Doctor and Tim ran toward the noise, she and Elda following shortly after.
"Where the frack are you, Wolf Girl?" Tim yelled.
"I see her." The Doctor said, and a moment later she heard water breaking.
"I can't see a thing." Elda said. "I should have brought a light sphere, I wasn't thinking."
They remained silent except for the sound of water sloshing, the Doctor reassuring Rose despite his voice sounding a little too desperate. Donna moved closer to the sound, the hum of the sonic and it's little blue light giving a bit more guidance. As she got closer she could make out Rose laying on her back, catching her breath with her eyes closed as the Doctor looked her over.
"Good thing you're death proof, eh blondie?" Donna asked, smiling through the tremor in her voice.
Rose laughed. "Feel like an elephant's sittin' on my chest," She croaked out. "Better than the alternative, suppose." She coughed roughly.
"We'll need to get you back in the castle." The Doctor said as he put a hand on Rose's neck.
She shook her head. "Gwendolyn," She choked out. "Trying … kill … Donna." She managed to get out during a coughing fit. "Blimey, hard to breath after drowning three times."
"What?" Donna asked, gapping at Rose before she turned to Elda. She could barely see the same astonishment in the guard's eyes that she had. "Why?"
"Don't know," Rose shook her head. "Didn't get a chance to ask."
"It would make no sense." Elda said as if trying to come to reconcile the idea. "You're her only daughter, her only proper heir to her throne. Why would she kill her greatest legacy?"
"I don't give a bloody damn about the 'why', how do we get her to stop?" Donna asked in disbelief. "Better yet, why aren't we running back to the TARDIS and getting off this bloody planet?" Her voice got increasing louder with each word, but she didn't care. It was one thing when staying here and playing princess was the worst that could happen, but now that she knew her life was in bloody danger by the freakin' Queen she didn't get the need to stick around. To hell if they end up starting a planet wide war by swanning off, her life was on the line.
"You're needed, Princess." Elda said, her words honest though she sounded almost defeated. Donna turned toward Elda's voice, her anger ebbing as she could see by the silhouette a little ways away that the strong guard seemed almost defeated by the thought. "If your mother is trying so hard to prevent the prophecy from coming full circle, then she needs to be stopped."
Donna gapped at Elda. "What?"
"She is my Queen, my future mother-in-law, and as such she should be fully respected and even revered. But my views and Gwendolyn's have always differed on what's good for the region. And I'm … I'm committing treason for confessing such things, but if you were to leave, the war that would break out is exactly what she would want."
"Her lover." Tim said in understanding. "She blames the South still, or possibly the West. She passed it off as nothing, but she wants revenge. If the union between Schala and Thornon doesn't happen, then war is possible. Made worse that it could be passed off as the West committing the murder she's pulling off. Oh God." Tim's voice choked a little, and Donna could hear feet hitting hard against the ground before the choking gag of vomiting.
"Tim?" Rose asked, concern in her voice.
"I'm fine," Tim choked out, the sound of spitting and a grunt of disgust following. "Just too much at once. Thought things hitting, and I can hear Elda over there running over possibilities and it just gave me something like vertigo."
"Yes, Elda," The Doctor said. "What's with the telepathic enhancers? Why are they here?"
"Our people have discovered in the last couple generations that we have a slight capability at birth. An off world telepath found it fascinating, explained that there were some races that formed bonds with their mates, permanent ones through telepathy that would bind them together no matter what. It sounded romantic, and practical when one considers that sharing such a connection with another would certainly enhance intimacy. May even allow the possibility of children. One can not use the excuse of a man's inability to please her when he can read her mind and know exactly what she needs."
Donna smirked, snickering despite the situation. She could think of quite a few times that that line of thinking could have come in handy, regardless of the fact that she wasn't exactly looking for the same sort of results.
"And the enhancers?" The Doctor asked.
"The off worlder helped us construct them." Elda replied. "She was an amazing woman, us children were told. I guess what our elders saw in her mind when the enhancers were working is what inspired our desire to bond such a way for life. Not all of our people can, and many women still won't rely on only ever having one mate, but those of us of high birth are expected to have the bond. We may stray in our marriages, and allow our spouse to as well if we so desire, but there would be no secrets."
"And Gwendolyn would have been part of the first generation expected to use the enhancers." The Doctor pondered. "And while she describes her lover as a human, it's possible that he wasn't entirely. Possibly they formed a partial bond like Rose and me, and she went a little insane when he was killed."
"Could that happen?" Rose asked, her voice stronger than it had been before. "If we weren't … would you have …?"
"Lost my mind when you died?" The Doctor said, a hint of amusement in his voice that Donna was sure was humorless. "Oh yes. Very well could have broken me. Which is why a Time Lord and a human should never form a connection like that. Bit impossible for the most part."
"Never believed in impossible, me." Rose said, and there was humor in that sentence.
"That you haven't." He said with pride.
Elda cleared her throat. "We can't stay out here all night." She said firmly. "As of now, Queen Gwendolyn would have returned to the banquet and discovered that her plan has failed. She'll send someone looking for Lady Rose's body, and when she finds the five of us out here, she will have all our heads."
"But we can't go back to the castle," Tim reminded. "Not exactly smart to sleep under the murder's roof."
"Yes it is." Elda said firmly, and Donna was glad everyone else seemed as speechless as she was. "Lady Rose, I'm sorry to say this, but you, the Doctor, and Tim must not return with us. Stay in the barracks until day break, then seek shelter somewhere. I'm sure I can make arrangements with someone we can trust to get you three out of harm's way. But I can't have any of you returning to the main castle when two of you should be in the dungeon, and the other at the bottom of the river."
"What about Donna?" Rose asked sharply.
"The Princess will remain with me. I will sleep in her chambers, keep watch, ensure that should Gwendolyn make another attempt, it will be stopped. And I imagine with the wedding tomorrow night that is a very likely possibility.
"Whoa, wait, wedding?" Donna said, her heart lurching. "Why would there still be a wedding with all that's going on?"
"Because," She heard Elda say before the woman's hands clasped Donna's in her grasp. "You were destined to take over for Gwendolyn. Perhaps they did not teach you this where you were raised, but we do not wait for our Queens to grow weak with age and die before succession takes place. Under normal circumstances, you would have taken the crown last year, perhaps even as early as six years ago. And if she is betrothed, a princess is always crowned Queen with her new King at her side."
~DWDWDW~
Donna looked out over the kingdom in the morning light, watching the four horses carrying her three friends and their two escorts away from the castle. They were barely visible dots on the horizon, disappearing into the morning fog, and Donna hoped beyond hope that the Doctor would uphold his promise to her.
"Swear to me, Spaceman," She had said outside the room that Elda put him, Rose, and Tim in for the night. "You're gonna get me out of here before I'm standing at that alter and binding my mind to an alien."
"You won't be able to bond with him anyway." The Doctor had said in dismissive deflection. "You lack the telepathic capabilities. Just make your head feel weird for the rest of your life." He teased with a cheeky grin. She had stared him down, and he let his real concern come through. "I swear. While you and Elda see what you can do about the Queen, I'm going to see if I can figure out what happened with the real princess."
"They don't even need her," Donna had insisted. "Elda and Locke."
"But that would cause peace to break down." The Doctor had reminded, smiling in his best attempt to reassure her. "We'll get out of this, and the planet will remain peaceful. I promise."
He sounded confident, and she wanted to believe him, but she was woken to the sound of hand maids coming in with breakfast and a wedding dress. They chattered about drawing her a bath, for her to relax for the evenings event would come much sooner than they would think. The last time she'd worn a wedding dress hadn't ended so well for her, and she didn't want it to happen a second time around and end up actually married.
"You should eat," Elda said behind her. "It's been tasted three times, no poison."
"Not all that hungry." Donna replied, turning away once she couldn't see the others anymore. "Elda, you have to know that I'm not this Schala. You're a smart woman."
Elda's mouth twisted around. "I'm not sure." She admitted. "But the Queen was confident."
"I'm just a human, all human, who happened to be ginger. A dye job on my planet could have made Rose one."
"I'm not sure what you mean by that, but it's hard to ignore a prophecy so accurately spoken. And truly, if your reluctance is because of Thornon, you do not have to bed him. You could find another man to continue your line."
"But that's the thing, I don't need to continue some sort of monarchy because I don't belong in it."
Elda placed her hands on Donna's shoulders, peering into eyes that she was sure looked desperate and panicked, and Donna could see Elda's humanity (or alien equivalent) reflected back.
"I was raised to rule this kingdom, guided by Gwendolyn herself. I understand that this is not the life you expected to lead, because you are not the only one who is having her perceived destiny changed today. I will still be made to marry Locke, as it will be expected of me, but I will not wear a crown. I will be given the task of being your main adviser as I will know the way of the land where you will not. Perhaps we can use our mutual disappointment get us through the rest of our lives as friends."
Donna didn't say anything, not wanting to resign herself to such a promise when she wanted to have faith that the Doctor would get her out of this.
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