The Doctor and The Warden ( Male time lord reader ) Season 2

Tooth and claw- part three

The sun is setting over the house. Rose goes to one of the wardrobes and opens the door, finding a brown dress which she holds up to herself in the mirror. She almost immediately puts it back. The Monks are carefully brewing some sort of drink with mistletoe. Rose holds a frilly blouse up to herself, laughs, and puts it back in the wardrobe. Father Angelo gives the mugs to the soldiers standing on guard. Rose holds a pretty blue dress up to herself and twirls around a bit. The guards sip the brew inside the mugs. Rose places the dress down on the bed, crosses the room and opens another wardrobe door. She screams, a young maid, Flora, is crouched inside, breathing heavily with fear. One by one, the guards keel over, unconscious. The Monks hurry over and take their guns. Rose and Flora are sitting on the bed. 

Flora: They came through the house. The incitements, they took the Steward and the Master. And my Lady. 

Rose squeezes her hand comfortingly. 

Rose: Listen... I've got a friend, he's called the Doctor, he'll know what to do. You've gotta come with me. 

Flora: Oh, but I can't, Miss. 

Rose: What's your name? 

Flora: Flora. 

Rose: Flora, we'll be safe. There's more people arrived downstairs; soldiers and everything, and they can help us. I promise. Come on. Okay? Come on. 

Rose peers cautiously out of the door and seeing that the coast is clear, takes Flora's hand and leads her down the corridor. Just around the corner lies one of the unconscious guards. 

Flora: Oh, Miss. I did warn you! 

Rose kneels and feels for a pulse. 

Rose: He's not dead... I don't think, he must be drugged or something. 

Flora is grabbed from behind by Father Angelo and his hand stifles a scream. She is dragged away, and before Rose can react, she is also grabbed and dragged away. One of the Monks drags the guard away. Father Angelo steps over his body and goes through a door into the dining room.

Father Angelo: Your companion begs an apology, Doctor. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her. 

The Doctor: Oh, that's all right. Save her a wee bit of ham. 

Queen Victoria: The feral child could probably eat it raw. 

The Warden and Captain Reynolds chuckle.

Captain Reynolds: Very wise, Ma'am! Very witty! 

Queen Victoria: Slightly witty, perhaps. I know you rarely get the chance to dine with me, Captain, but don't get too excited... I shall contain my wit in case I do you further injury. 

Captain Reynolds: Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.

The Doctor: Besides, we're all waiting on Sir Robert! Come, Sir! You promised us a tale of nightmares. 

Queen Victoria: Indeed. Since my husband's death, I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction. 

The Warden: You must miss him. 

Queen Victoria: Very much. 

She seems to be lost in her thoughts, very sad.

Queen Victoria: Oh, completely. And that's the charm of a ghost story, isn't it? Not the scares and chills, that's just for children, but the... hope of some contact with the great beyond. 

The Warden is looking at her intensely. 

Queen Victoria: We all want some message from that place... it's the Creator's greatest mystery that we are allowed no such consolation. The dead stay silent. And we must wait.