Silk wrapped around you in the colours of water, teals and greens and blues with a hint of purple. A silver cup was presented to you and you took a small sip, the sweet wine tasting light and like honey.
"You being the queen to two worlds, sounds lovely, doesn't it?"
The doctor whispered into your ear, eyes scanning the humanoid aliens in the room.
"It somewhat does, actually."
You were about to lift the cup once more but the doctor put his hand over the top, slowly making you place it on the table.
"You don't even know these people. What you're getting into. How long this will take. You don't even know where you are. Or when, for that matter."
You turned towards the doctor who was rocking on the back of his heels, impatient to take some action and a plan surely in his mind. His arms were draped over the back of your throne and he bowed his head closer to yours once more.
"They plan to marry you off. So we should leave. Right now-"
There was a flourish of music and the doctor protectively came to your side, leaning against the side of the throne and pulling out his sonic screwdriver. He focused it on a pompous man, silver-hued skin and hair as black as the night over pointed ears.
"He looks like an elf-"
"Oh, he is. A egocentric race of aliens, if ever there was one. They never say yes or no. They say both all at once."
The doctor sounded almost bitter as the ethereal being came up and kissed your hand. They then looked at the doctor who pointed the screwdriver at them as if it could be a weapon.
"She's /my/ companion."
"She will be my queen. Surely that is much more important than being a companion."
The doctor almost scowled as he grabbed your hand and began pulling you towards the Tardis. A set of guards with long and deadly looking jagged blades stood before it, and the elf spoke once more.
"I must ask that you spend the night. To at least think it over."
The doctor practically threw his arms around you, sensing what the other alien was implying.
"She stays with me. Always and only me."
The doctor's grip almost strangled you, you could feel his chest against your back, his wrists dug into your stomach. You lost your breath for a moment, complete silence making you feel his hearts beat against you, his breathing shallow and hitched in your ear.
His mind was probably whirling with a plan, it never just sat there, bored. But at the moment his mind was preoccupied. Some alien wanted to steal his companion. To mate with them. That was never going to happen.
His companions were guaranteed one thing. The doctor's will to protect them. And it took the doctor keeping you in his arms, safe from all harm of the galaxy, then so be it. He was ready to sonic anybody who dared so lay a hand on you, alien or human.
"She's my human."
The doctor's voice was laced with darkness, the same aura filtering through his voice as during Gallifrey's final war. Centuries of being called a predator by the Daleks or outwitting the equivalent to gods shown through, and the doctor was still almost squeezing you to death.
"Doctor, your arms are a little tight-"
He held you a but tighter, ignoring your words. He mostly pushed you forward to where a servant of the 'king' led you. It was room with a large bed, bright windows and everything carved with precise details into deep oaken wood.
"Well, I'm tired..."
You went into the bee, the sheets silk against your skin. You closed your eyes briefly before feeling that choking pressure on your again.
"Shush, you're safe."
He whispered that as if it was the most important thing in the world. And to him at that moment, it was. He staid awake, keeping you curled up in blankets against his chest. You woke up to have your face pressed into his chest, and you gave a sleepy murmur as he stroked the hair from your face.
"Now that you're awake, we can leave."
The doctor stood up, ready to get into the Tardis and go far away. Far from the competition to win your attention and awe. He ushered you along quickly, walking behind you instead of always at the front. You felt lost without him before you, even though you were just walking down a hallway.
"Going so soon?"
You paused at the king's voice, the doctor's death clutch going onto your shoulders. There would probably be bruises after. The doctor didn't say any words, but if looks could kill, that king would already have a tombstone.
"It would be fun to stay here," you could almost feel the doctor's body temperature drop as his blood stopped pumping for awhile. "It's beautiful and adventurous," the doctor's breath became audible, "It would be the best years of my life." The doctor's fingertips quivered, and his hold loosened in defeat. "But, I don't need a king or a castle or planet. All I need is a doctor."
For the first time in ages, he hugged you. It wasn't restraining or him protecting you. It was simply his body pressed softly around yours, and you had never felt safer in any time or place.