RP with laser_not_sonic, Nine months gone.
Time flew by when you were having fun. A ridiculous Earth saying, perhaps, but one that remained applicable to the scenario. On the nine month anniversary of their meeting, the Master had treated Jenny to a particular special lesson.
Scaramouche, perhaps, wasn't the bright centre of the galaxy, but it certainly made for a good playground. A starting point for a young bird attempting to stretch her wrings; too remote for the Doctor or any other goody-two-shoes to take notice. But not so poor that it didn't have its worth. Gold, to be exact. And an efficiently managed mining operation of the element.
Jenny had taken pleasure in implementing the plan, step by step, with her Master on the wings to instruct and watch. That the Scaramouchens were humanoid, descendant from an Earth-based group of colonisers eons ago, made the task even easier. Worming her way into the king's circle had been easy; the poor, orphaned girl that everyone took pity on. Forging the documents in his hand declaring her sole heir to his estates just as.
And killing him. Killing the elderly fool had been the best part. They fucked that night for the first time in weeks, a delightful sort of fuck that only blood lust could spur.
Two weeks later and rumours of dissenters had reached her throne. With a sigh, she rested her head on her hand - elbow resting on the arm of the throne chair. She looked in the Master's direction as their messenger left the room, almost anticipating the newest lesson.
Scaramouche, perhaps, wasn't the bright centre of the galaxy, but it certainly made for a good playground. A starting point for a young bird attempting to stretch her wrings; too remote for the Doctor or any other goody-two-shoes to take notice. But not so poor that it didn't have its worth. Gold, to be exact. And an efficiently managed mining operation of the element.
Jenny had taken pleasure in implementing the plan, step by step, with her Master on the wings to instruct and watch. That the Scaramouchens were humanoid, descendant from an Earth-based group of colonisers eons ago, made the task even easier. Worming her way into the king's circle had been easy; the poor, orphaned girl that everyone took pity on. Forging the documents in his hand declaring her sole heir to his estates just as.
And killing him. Killing the elderly fool had been the best part. They fucked that night for the first time in weeks, a delightful sort of fuck that only blood lust could spur.
Two weeks later and rumours of dissenters had reached her throne. With a sigh, she rested her head on her hand - elbow resting on the arm of the throne chair. She looked in the Master's direction as their messenger left the room, almost anticipating the newest lesson.