Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who, Merlin, or any of their characters. This story is for enjoyment purposes only.
A/N: Sorry it's so short. I'm trying to make this one longer, so please be patient for new chapters. Thank you :)
The deep-blue box landed in an abandoned corner of the Lower Town, steps away from The Rising Sun tavern around sunrise. When the TARDIS made its wheezing noise of arrival, few townspeople looked in its direction, but most were too drunk to take notice. Nor did they think anything of the strange woman and two men dressed in odd clothing emerging from the box.
"Welcome to the kingdom of Camelot! Around the sixth century, I believe? The middle ages were always a bit confusing to me, too many –"
"Doctor, you're doing it again," the redheaded woman interrupted.
"Sorry, sorry! I just thought you would like to know where you were, Amy. You're not that knowledgeable when it comes to history, mind you!"
"Oh, you think you're so clever!"
Slightly annoyed, Rory rolled his eyes.
"Will you two just shut it?"
Amy sighed in response.
"Yes, alright. As I was saying! Camelot. It's in the land of Albion, currently ruled by Arthur Pendragon!"
"Arthur Pendragon…as in, King Arthur? The King Arthur?" Rory asked.
"Yes, that's the one! We're in the Lower Town now, care to take a look at the Citadel? I'm quite excited, never met Arthur before…" The Doctor kept talking to himself as he continued down the dirt road.
Amy and Rory gave each other a look before shrugging their shoulders and following him.