A/N: I was a little disappointed on the lack I feedback via reviews, as that's how I know for sure I'm doing it right, but when I looked I found that this actually did get followed and, to my surprise, favorited! Shoutouts to FateOfChaos for following and reviewing, FatLady712 and lukerlaine for favoriting, and Little Miss Thalia Grace for both following and favoriting. Thanks for all the support!

I had a lot if fun bouncing from POVs this chapter. Was it confusing? Let me know!

Disclaimer: The cast and setting belong to the BBC. This writing is mine tho.

Morgana had had a year away from Camelot to think about this. She was determined. She would one day be queen, her sister by her side, and no one could stop her. She would not throw away all the planning, preparation, and time she had put into this, not for a childish dream.

But she had to know.

So she sat to the left of King Uther Pendragon, her guardian, in the throne room of the castle, attemting to act relaxed.

At the king's right hand sat his son, the Crown Prince Arthur Pendragon, looking extremely bored. He was a strong, blonde young man of about twenty, and was trusted with much when it came to running the kingdom, and could be responsible and noble when he wanted to be. That being said, he had an archery practice he was missing, and he would much rather be there on such a nice day instead of cooped up inside. It was so very like Merlin to do something to ruin it all.

Speaking of Merlin, he entered the hall rather nervously. Not the obvious kind of nervous where you wrings your hands and stutter, but the kind of nervous where you smile and pretend everything is alright when, if one looks deep enough into your eyes, they can see the sheer panic you are actually experiencing.

The other man, the stranger that Merlin had brought into the castle, didn't seem nervous at all. On the surface, he bore a friendly smile, but he held himself with the kind of authoritative confidence that suggested a more solid core. This man was a force to be reckoned with.

Arthur glanced at his father, to see if he had come to the same conclusion. Uther showed no sign that he was moved by the newcomer's entrance. He sat stern and proud and kingly on his throne, unwavering. Arthur respected that.

"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Uther phrased it as a question, but everyone present knew it was a demand.

The Doctor obviously recognized this. He bowed from his waist formally but leisurely. "I'm the Doctor."

"The Doctor of where, exactly?" The king asked.

"Y'know usually people just ask Doctor who?" The Doctor noted to himself. "But at any rate, I'm not really any where's doctor. It's not so much places as people that need doctors, don't you think?"

Arthur was slightly impressed at how comfortably this man could ramble about nothing. But they had to get to the point eventually. He stepped up to the challenge.

He changed the subject and address. "Merlin, why did you bring him in?"

Merlin barely paused. "He was a doctor, and he was new in Camelot, I thought Gaius might like to meet him."

"That is not your call to make," Arthur reprimanded.

"Were you aware that this man appears to be connected with signs of sorcery?" Uther got straight to the point.

Merlin bit the inside of his cheek. Of course that blasted box had to make so much noise. But what was he to answer? Careful not to look at he Doctor, he answered, "I was not, sire."

"That's a heavy accusation for a newcomer," the Doctor chided. "Still, first visit to Camelot, and I land an audience with the king. Not a lot who can say that."

Uther seemed disgruntled by the Doctor's lighthearted assessment of his situation. "In Camelot, the punishment for practicing magic is death."

"You'll be happy to hear that I was not practicing magic," the Doctor stated.

"You speak the truth?" The king asked in a tone of disbelief.

"I can assure you," the Doctor beamed.

"And the mysterious appearance of a blue box, this doesn't involve you?"

The Doctor's smile faltered. "Well, yeah, that's mine, but it's not magic, it's—"

"I knew it," Uther stopped listening. "Guards!"

"What?" The Doctor stuggled against the soldiers who immediately came upon him. "No, its not magic, it's just advanced science, it's Time and Relative Dimensions—"

"Take him to the dungeon," Uther commanded, ignoring the Doctor's protests.

The Doctor was angry. How could he cling so firmly to a knee-jerk reaction? He searched the room for a shred of pity. The prince— Arthur— didnt meet his eyes. Merlin looked guilt-ridden, but could obviously do nothing to help. The lady on Uther's other side the Doctor didn't know. She remained still, though her eyes betrayed her battle to understand... something. The Doctor wasn't sure. And he didn't have time to wonder as he was dragged out of the hall.

A/N: Okay I hope I didn't make Uther too two-dimensional in this chapter because he's like my favorite. And though I find the Doctor Who? joke to be really lame and overused, I got tired of them asking him where he was from okay.