【𝙍𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙧-𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙥】➛𝑰𝒍 𝑫𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆[ON HOLD]

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ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ!!,ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍᵒʳᵉ.

The Doctor sat looking through old papers at his desk, yawning. It was almost two in the morning, the day that he and (name) were going to depart to Morepesok. Still, he was glad she was at least temporarily gone for the time being. He felt as if he heard just one more second of her aggravating voice he would simply die right then and there. It wasn't only that that bothered him, but also what she said. Dottore himself simply refuses to accept that someone could outbeat his intelligence. He couldn't care less about strength. But it's just one of those things as knowledge is what he's best at, and he wants no one to take that away from him...

I'm sure you understand.

While stacking his papers, trying to be neat, as he slams the heavy stack of paper down onto the table a paper from the bottom flies out onto the floor. He groaned at first, slamming his fist onto his desk along with his head now resting against the cold wood. It wasn't until he realised how worn and old the paper was. 

Dottore's gloved hands picked up the paper and brought it back to his desk. Suddenly, reading the contents all of his lost focus from before had come back.

From this...a girl exiled from her village. The Doctor's mind instantly went to what the Tsaritsa questioned (name),

"why is it that you are exiled from there?"

her exact words. He chuckled to himself, of course, he couldn't be exactly sure. But one thing that can confirm this is getting her opinion on the Archons and where she used to live, judging by this letter, the land of justice is none other than Fontaine.

His cracked grin showed his white teeth perfectly as his small chuckles turned more and more menacing, slowly breaking into a fit of laughter.

"Finally...Oh (name), how you intrigue me..."