My wrists hurt. That's all I could think. They were burning from the handcuffs that were placed on me, the electric blue making my skin sizzle and blister. My teeth were gritted as the guard escorted me, giving me occasional shoves to remind me that he is the one in charge, he's the boss, he's the one on my hit-list.
I tried to keep a positive view. Yes I'm in chains that are roasting my wrists. Yes the Doctor got caught. Yes we are about to probably be executed. But look on the bright side. These handcuffs are a really nice blue. They compliment my burnt wrists perfectly. And this walk to my death? Getting a lovely view of the castle. I'm lying, this glass isn't full or half full. It's cracking, and soon all the water is going to leak out.
We approached a large door, a lump building in my throat.
I didn't do anything wrong. That's all you have to say. It's one big misunderstanding. Yeah.
I was shoved again, my shoulder slamming into the door, the impact pushing it open as I fell through. I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears as the handcuffs made there way further up my arms. I took deep breaths, opening my eyes to see the Doctor's worried face.
The guard dragged me over, dumping me next to the Doctor, before leaving the room.
"You ok?" He whispered, keeping his eyes on the figures in front of us.
I nodded, not trusting my words.
I looked ahead of me then, noticing the two thrones, both of which were occupied.
On my left, there was a woman dressed in an elegant gown, her hair pulled back in delicate pins and her cheeks wet as she attempted to dry them with a handkerchief. On her left there was a man, dressed in the same fabric, his face stern.
"So," the man, the King started, his voice full of authority. "You killed the prince."
"My son," the Queen wept, drying her eyes. "How could you kill him? He was loved by all, he didn't deserve this. You took his life away form him." She looked me straight in the eyes, accusation evident behind her grief.
I was terrified. I could feel myself shaking, her words were so full of hate that I actually started to believe that I had killed him.
"I'm afraid I have to deny that accusation your majesty," the Doctor said. The Queen glared at him.
"May you leave alone for a moment?" the King asked her gently, predicting the future tension. The Queen got up, giving me one last look before leaving.
"I see you're worried she might figure it out," the Doctor said.
"Enlighten me on something," the King said, avoiding the Doctors question. "How is it that the two of you were able to sneak in?"
"Oh. Now that is a good question. A very cleaver trick that no one would suspect."
"Go on."
"We were invited," the Doctor said simply.
The King laughed. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that? I know our guests, I do not, however, know you. Prove it. Show me your invitations."
The Doctor held up his wrists, showing the handcuffs.
The King sighed before calling in one of the guards, who took them off, leaving before he did mine. I sighed, trying to ignore the burning on my wrists.
The Doctor jumped up, rummaging through his pocket until he produced a small black object. He walked up to the King presenting it to him. As the King opened it up to examine it, the Doctor turned to me, giving me a quick wink of reassurance before turning back.
"It appears real. But what about hers'?"
"She's my plus one."
"Your what?" he asked confused.
"Plus one. See? Right there," the Doctor pointed to something written before straightening up. "John Smith, that's me, and my plus one. That's her."
"Very well, I cannot deny it's authenticity," the King said, handing the Doctor back the object. "But that gives you no right to come here, and murder the prince."
"Oh stop," the Doctor said walking down the stairs towards me, hands in pockets. "There's no point keeping up the act. We all know you're lying."
I feel like I've missed something.
"What are you implying?"
"Your wife's pregnant."
"Yes she is. Now if that is a threat-"
"None at all," the Doctor interrupted. "I'm just pointing out that she's pregnant with your son. Congratulations by the way."
"How do you know that?"
"I saw the scans, not exactly private information."
"It means nothing. So what if she's pregnant with my son. The prince was my son as well."
"Not by blood. She had him before the two of you had met."
"Doesn't mean he's not my son."
"No. But the fact that you married into the position you have no claim over him. He would have eventually become King and you would be left with nothing. So you hired an assassin, a pretty bad one at that, not that I'm complaining but still."
"Wait so this is all politics?" I asked.
"Basically yeah."
"You're cleaver Mr Smith. But not that cleaver. You may have figured it out, but you will not be alive long enough to tell another soul."
"That's why I was broadcasting it."
The King sat there stunned. "What?"
"Why else do you think I was in the control room?"
The Kings' eyes widened.
The Doctor walked over to me, pulling me up gently, not seeing the King pull out his lightsaber and run towards us.
I pushed the Doctor out the way, lifting my wrists, connecting the burning blue laser with his skin. The handcuffs pressed against my skin, burning my already burnt flesh. The King faltered, not used to the pain. I wrapped the handcuffs around his neck pulling slightly as they burnt into his skin. It was enough to stun him, leave him shaken up. I ran over to the Doctor.
"Quick thinking. Don't entirely approve of the method, but quick thinking."
He pulled out his sonic and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing my wrists. I rubbed them, pain flaring through them.
"I think we should go now," the Doctor said, eyeing the far door, the sound of footsteps rushing over.
"They won't come looking for us?"
"Possibly. But I think they've got their hands full at the moment."
I looked over to the King who was gripping his neck, coughing, before looking down at my own hands, my wrists burnt raw.
"At least they've got hands. I think mine are going to have to be amputated."
A/N: And that's another chapter. I apologise nothing major has happened, still trying to work through those bits, figuring out what needs to happen. So. That's Mel's first experience in a new world, tell me what you think. :)
Also. The next few chapter may be a bit late, as they are still taking me a while to write, also that my exams are starting. But I will update when I can :) Hope you all have a good week.