The Doctor and Donna were hiding behind a suit of armour.
"What-are-we-going-to-do-then?" Donna hissed. She was leaning on the wall with her arms folded and her lip curled.
"Well, I suppose we should go and see what the source of that horrendously abominable noise was," the Doctor said thoughtfully after a few minutes, drawing out a pair of thick glasses from an inside pocket and pushing them up his nose.
"But we have to do this in nice, concise steps, Donna," he continued, wrinkling his nose and removing the glasses again. "I don't think I'll need these today."
Donna sighed and watched as the Doctor retrieved his sonic screwdriver. "But I know I'll be needing this!" he said, grinning from ear to ear, and at once the curious device flickered into life.
"The King is most distressed, and he asked for you Your Highness."
Anne Boleyn smiled and looked at herself in the mirror. Staring back at her was a beautifully mysterious lady, with a poisonous charm that could seduce any man.
Her coal-black eyes were small but hypnotising, her thin luscious lips dainty but sharp. She had the frame of an innocent young woman, but inside her heart was laced with thorns.
"Thank you, kind sir, I will go and see him in a moment," she said calmly, adjusting the jewelled necklace that was incarcerated around her pale neck. "You can go now…"
The elderly messenger nodded curtly, and after giving his Queen a sweeping bow, left the room in silence.
Anne smiled coldly again and tore her gaze from the mirror. Vacating her chair, she crossed the chamber and stopped in front of a large oak wardrobe.
Carefully, she undid the lock that was sealing the wardrobe doors shut. Allowing the lock to simply fall to the floor, she pulled the doors outwards and gazed inside, her coal-black eyes glowing with fire.
Atop a velvet-covered cushion sat a small but stunning tiara. It was studded with emeralds, diamonds, rubies and crystals and was covered in the thinnest but purest layer of silver, causing it to glint spectacularly even in the darkness of the wardrobe.
Anne reached in and stroked the silver surface, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. It seemed to have a power over her, as if it were her own flesh and blood, as if it were a part of her very soul.
Curling her fingers around the silver circlet, she removed it from the cushion and placed it on her head. Suddenly her face was alive, and she began to laugh hysterically, her eyes still throbbing with concealed venom.
"Oh, how I love thee! Oh, how I love thee!" Anne sang, throwing her arms high into the air and cackling wildly, and for a split second the chamber itself seemed to glow silver. But then the moment passed, and the tiara slipped from her head and fell to the wooden floor.
Anne Boleyn swooped down and, retrieving the sparkling circlet, returned it to its rightful home on the velvet cushion.
Sprinting hastily towards the window, her eyes began widen. "The Doctor is here! He has returned!" she said slowly, but her voice was fast losing its flawless beauty.
Donna and the Doctor were sidestepping down the corridor.
"It's a bit chilly in this place, isn't it?" Donna said, looking around carefully. "It really does give me the creeps this palace-place. I mean, where is everybody?"
The Doctor grunted something from in front and then suddenly stopped.
Donna, still eyeing the portraits that were lining the panelled walls, nearly walked into him and cried out. The Doctor leapt around and snapped a finger to his lips.
"What is it?" Donna whispered urgently, "What's wrong?"
"I think I can hear a woman crying…." the Doctor said distantly after a moments pause, gazing up at the ceiling and screwing his head in concentration.
"I can't hear anything," Donna said conclusively, looking up and shrugging. "Nothing at all…."
"Well I can, and this doesn't sound like a woman that's still here. This sounds like a woman that's been evicted!"