The Lonely King

Rory was The Last Centurion, The Roman Boy, He Who Could Not Die, King of the Pandorica and all that it got the chance to see.

Amy was The Girl Who Waited, The Woman Who Made Demons Run, Queen of Flesh and Fire and Gingers… and, of course, of her beloved Rory.

River was Hell in High Heels, The Daughter of the Ponds, the Princess of the TARDIS and a Lady—no, a Queen of Time by marriage as well as by skill and by merit.

Donna was of Noble Blood, Doctor-Donna: The Most Important Woman in the Universe and the Duchess of Temps, in her dreams still now she almost swears it.

Martha was The Girl Who Walked the Earth, a Soldier Born to Heal, a Star in a World of Darkness, Princess of the Moon who never let the fires of life dim.

Rose was The Defender of the Earth, who held all of time inside her, The Dame of the Vortex itself, Princess of a Parallel Universe, The Bad Wolf who knew the Doctor and forever swore to love him.

And should ever a Prince of Despair appear—as once he did in a dream one day…

The Oncoming Storm will be there to engulf him in fire and ice and rage and timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly stuff.

For The Doctor, The Predator, The Madman in his Box,
Is known to be The King of Okay.

Yet without his court of Companions— Duchesses and Queens and Princesses and Dames and Centurions and Gingers and Wolves alike… it seems that Our Beloved Doctor is simply not okay enough.