ADVENTURES OF A TIME LADY

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Braxiatel knew this was the day that Romana, the young woman he had been mentoring since she was barely a child, would become his President; and what a President she would be. He had known this since she was a child. He had seen the potential in her and he had made sure she was way ahead of the other students in every subject. Her peers compared to her were merely Time-Tots.

He walked through the double glass doors and down a long, over stretched corridor, past the dome and towards Romana's apartment. She was stood wearing an dazzling soft red presidential gown adorned in lace.

"Romanadvoratrelundar, are we ready?" he asked quietly, unable to tear his eyes from her. As he stared into her eyes they were pools of blue that were so inviting and tempting to swim in.

"I am ready, Braxiatel." He gently took her arm in his and escorted her through the capital to the panopticon.


"The Time Lords of Gallifrey are gathered in the panopticon to witness and ratify a naming of a new Lord President."

Romana stood before the gold usher, gazing out to the people of Gallifrey nervously. Braxiatel smiled at Romana, proud of her. So young but wise beyond her years.

The Gold Usher spoke once more. "Honoured members of the Supreme Council, Cardinals, Time Lords, we are here today to honour the will and the wisdom of Rassilon. Is there anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the sash of Rassilon? [Pause] Is they anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the Rod of Rassilon? [Pause] Is there anyone here to contest the candidate's right to the Great Key? I shall strike three times, and if no voice is heard by the third strike I will invest the candidate as president of the supreme council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey"

It was silent except for the pounding of the rod. Nobody spoke and the moment passed.

"It is my duty and privilege, having the consent of the Time Lords of Gallifrey, to invest you as president of the Supreme Council. Accept therefore the sash of Rassilon. Therefore accept the rod of Rassilion, seek therefore to find the great key of Rassilon." He turned to Romana.

"Do you swear to uphold the laws of Gallifrey?"

"I swear." Romana answered.

"Do you swear to follow in the wisdom of Rassilon?"

"I swear."

"Do you swear to protect the law and the wisdom?"

"I swear."

"I invest upon you the title "Madam President of the Supreme Council". I wish you good fortune and strength." He said with a bow.

Romana finally spoke as she glanced around the large crowd feeling quite daunted about her speech.

"I want to thank those, first of all who have been nothing but encouraging and supportive since I arrived. I especially want to thank Braxiatel for believing in me and for his encouragement. I will do my best to serve you, to serve Gallifrey, to the best of my ability. I will in time select a new High Council, and thank you," she said. As she got off the platform she was led away by garrison of personal bodyguards. She walked quickly through the grand and magnificent halls and corridors to her new quarters in the Presidential suite.


Now she was alone in her office, wondering yet again if this really was for her. The door clicked open and there Braxiatel stood. "Thought you might like some company," he mumbled, yet again he was bowled over by her beauty.

"Look at me," she said. "This isn't me."

He laughed. "What exactly am I meant be looking at?" he said softly, as he gently removed the sash from around her neck and hanging it on the door.

"The wretched gowns, Braxiatel, what else!"

Braxiatel blushed slightly, "Of course, well they are very-"

"Ridiculous?" Romana offered as she removed her presidential gowns and stood there in a purple alluring dress that fell past her knees.

"I was going to say."

"No, do not say I look beautiful in them."

"I was going to say dazzling."

Romana frowned. "I am President, not some prom queen."

"Yes you are, Madam President. I mean that you are President, not that you are prom queen, not that you wouldn't make a good prom queen..." as he started to babble.

He couldn't stop himself when he was around her. He craved her touch, wanted to have his arms around her waist, his hands entangled in her hair[(hair that reminded him of Goldilocks, one of Earth's fairy tales), anything so long as he was in complete contact with her.

He knew it was wrong. She was so very young and his job was to simply guide and advise her, but he had fallen in love with her so fast that it scared him. He had questioned whether he truly loved her and when it came down to it he realized he loved her more than the beautiful twin suns that shone over Gallifrey every day, more than every star in the sky that shined so brightly.

Yet he could not or wouldn't say those three small words to her. She would laugh him right out of the Presidential office, or worse, reject him and rejection would hurt him, so he would stay by her side and totally devote himself to her and never tell her how much he wanted her.

Romana smiled, seeing that awkwardness in him that she had seen so much in the Doctor. She sighed heavily, thinking of him. She had wanted him here on this day but obviously she did not matter to him.

"I thought the Doctor might turn up for this, but seems he is too busy even for this," she said, biting her lip.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry." He hated seeing that disappointment in her eyes, but that was the one thing he couldn't fix, his useless unreliable brother.

"You are overwhelmed by today, but you are going to be great. Greater than great, you are going be magnificent."

"Enough with the flattery already Brax."

"You deserve it."

"Perhaps, now I do need you to take these gowns away. If I am going be President I am going do this in my own way and choose my own Presidential gowns." She stood on her tip toes and kissed him on the forehead. "Thank you Braxiatel, for today."

Braxiatel smiled. "Madam President," and bowed slightly before leaving her presence, shutting the door behind him.

She glanced at the photo frame on her desk of her and the Doctor in happier times. She sighed as she traced her fingers against the photo frame. "Time to let you go, Doctor," she whispered as she put the photo in her desk drawer. A single tear fell down her face but she quickly wiped it away before departing into her private rooms to retire for the night.

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