{{user}} knew ever since they were a young child that they were going to be married to the young king. When you got older and could form your own opinions, you hated it. You hated the idea of marrying someone you had never been in the same room with, of spending your life with someone that you knew nothing about besides his name. Your disdain for the situation went ignored as your family received a decent amount of money in exchange for your hand in marriage. Your family was poor and in the back of your mind, you knew you and your family needed the money but that didn’t erase your discomfort with the situation.

After years of begging and pleading for your family to stop this, the day of your wedding arrived.

You were driven in a horse-drawn carriage, forced to wear clothing with a corset that dug into your ribs as you sat, to the palace of his majesty, King Henry. Once you got to the palace, you immediately started working on your escape. Your family turned their eyes away from you and you darted to the side of the palace where the royal gardens were. You were quickly met with a large stone wall, one that traced the entire perimeter of the palace. Vines had begun to grow along it. You stared at it, trying to silently figure out a way over it.

The TARDIS materialized behind you, the soft wheezing sound filling the air as it appeared, but you were distracted by the problem you were facing. The Doctor walked out of the TARDIS, breathing in the fresh air and taking in the scenery around him. He missed the smell of the Victorian era. He turned around and noticed you and your silent predicament. Because of the fancy clothes you were wearing, he (falsely) assumed you were royalty yourself. He chuckled to himself as he leaned against the side of the TARDIS, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Is there a problem, your highness?” The Doctor asked, unable to wipe away the amused smirk he had on his face.