And after a week of Lonely-Prompt-Adoptions... IT'S FREE-FOR-ALL!!! Yup, you get to post anything you want today and tomorrow, as a reward for everyone being so helpful with the leftover prompts
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Rose was standing in the bed chambers of Arthur Pendragon, Crown Prince of Camelot, who up till now she had thought was just another tale of folklore and myth. She paced the room before trying the door again. It was locked, just as before when she tried it the last time.
It was supposed to be an act of goodwill in their kingdom. She was a gorgeous prize, captured in the forests and whisked away by some knight to be carried off as a prize for their prince. If they had met in some more pleasing way, she might have found the idea of standing within the walls of Camelot fascinating, but not now.
“Of all the barbaric, arrogant--” She pouted as she wiggled the doorknob some more. She paced a bit more, then sat back down on the bed where the handmaidens had scattered flower petals. It was supposed to be romantic, but she didn't find it so. She screamed, wondering if anyone could even hear her. “You just wait till The Doctor finds me!”
The door opened and a dashing, young man with blond hair appeared in the doorway. “Lancelot sure has a funny way of showing me his gratitude-- kidnapping hostile young women and shoving them away in my private quarters.”
She picked her head up off the bed, her mouth opened slightly and all thoughts of finding The Doctor left her mind. He was quite a handsome fellow, all kidnapping aside.
It was supposed to be an act of goodwill in their kingdom. She was a gorgeous prize, captured in the forests and whisked away by some knight to be carried off as a prize for their prince. If they had met in some more pleasing way, she might have found the idea of standing within the walls of Camelot fascinating, but not now.
“Of all the barbaric, arrogant--” She pouted as she wiggled the doorknob some more. She paced a bit more, then sat back down on the bed where the handmaidens had scattered flower petals. It was supposed to be romantic, but she didn't find it so. She screamed, wondering if anyone could even hear her. “You just wait till The Doctor finds me!”
The door opened and a dashing, young man with blond hair appeared in the doorway. “Lancelot sure has a funny way of showing me his gratitude-- kidnapping hostile young women and shoving them away in my private quarters.”
She picked her head up off the bed, her mouth opened slightly and all thoughts of finding The Doctor left her mind. He was quite a handsome fellow, all kidnapping aside.
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