In want of a wife (A Dr. Who fanfiction)

Chapter 10

Miss Rose Tyler, daughter and heiress to the Powell Estate, knew her life would never be what it once was. Something inside her was stirred, awoken. The young girl of nineteen was looked at and smiled upon. Destiny had taken its course and a new stage was set.

A man had entered her life, a strange and wonderful man. Unknown to the Earth, legend of the universe. One whispered word could overthrow civilisations, one sentence could alter life. It has done so for Rose.

She opened her eyes, blissfully unaware of how much time had passed. His eyes were there before her.

"Rose," he whispered.

"Doctor," she returned.

His hand that had covered hers on the console, left its place and now cupped her cheek. She took her hand away also, feeling the instant miss of the beating hum, yet somehow it was still discernible in her heart.

"What was that?" She gestured towards the place beneath the hexagonal with all the strange attributes.

"Her heart."

"Her heart?" Rose repeated his softly spoken words in reverence.

"She is bound to me, she feels what I feel. Therefore I will not add to that bond if she does not consent."

"And does she?" Rose felt aquake, waiting for this, as it seemed, final judgement.

The Doctor smiled and reassured her fluttered constitution: "She brought me here did she not? All my steps were directed towards you, from the very moment I set foot here. Do not alarm yourself any further, my dearest, loveliest Rose, she gave her consent. And now, all that is left, is for us to obtain that very same consent from your parents."

Rose smiled shyly. "So that really was a proposal? I did not imagine it?"

"Did you not understand the words? Your reply was absolute."

"I did not understand the words as such, however I understood their meaning. It is simply that-"

She averted her eyes and feeling but a little affected, she added: "I still cannot quite believe this is happening, to me. I feels like inside a dream. The words: they were so beautiful. It is as if they would break should they be uttered in any other language. Yet I long to hear them, a thousand times over, where it possible."

The Doctor's hand shifted and brought her chin up to focus her eyes back on his. "Look at me Rose."

She did as he bad.

"Will you do me the honour, of accepting my hand in marriage?"

The utter glee that appeared in her eyes, the joy that shone from her face, the tears, falling down once more, they all added up to her unmistakable and unequivocal acceptance and this time she cried: "Yes, oh yes I will."

He then scooped her up in his arms and spun her around, laughing and proclaiming: "You have made me the happiest of man."

Setting her down finally, the Doctor reached in to one of his pockets.

"I believe it is custom in some circles to present the bride with a thimble, however, since you have proclaimed your dislike of handiworks, I will not bother you with such a household gift."

He opened his hand and showed a ring, a thin band of silvery metal, containing a seal with an infinity-shaped figure, made of curls.

"This is the Prydonian Seal, it is the seal of my Chapter House. It did not mean so much to me when I was amongst many others of that Chapter, but being left the last, this is one of the few claims I have that remain of my lineage."