*Waves* Hi, me again. *Rubs back of neck*

I am so sorry that this is so much later than I said it would be. Technically, I was meant to put the 29th August on my last story but for some reason, I had put the wrong date. And then worked happened. Someone was off and I covered shifts for him and I have worked so much that I just didn't have the time to write and basically, I have only had about 6 days where I could be really productive and get stuff done but I didn't.

But hopefully, I am back on track(ish) and I hope that you will enjoy this story.

Please blame this on my love for Game of Thrones and my rewatch of Merlin. And the one line in the summary.

On with the first chapter.

Chapter 1

The Brothers

Clara knew why she was making an effort but at the same time, she did wonder what the point was. She stared at herself in the mirror, wondering whether it seemed like she had made too much of an effort or not.

From before she could remember, she had been promised to one of the Lords of Gallifrey. Her father had contributed to the war effort and in return was told that once she had reached the martial age, she would meet her future husband and marry him. She knew that by the end of the month, she would be married to a man that she had heard about but never seen.

The Lords of Gallifrey were known for their bravery during the long war. It started before she was born and was raging for most of her life. They were the ones that led the troops into battle and tried to bring as many of them home as they could. They were the heroes of the war but they were rarely seen. After the war, they shied away from all the publicity.

Clara couldn't really blame them. She only knew of the horrors of the war from Danny, her secret ex-boyfriend. He had wanted to fight, something that Clara hadn't wanted him to do. He came back, shaken from what had happened. She had never once tried to understand what he went through. She didn't think that he would want her to.

She sighed as she looked at herself one last time. She was excited. She was finally going to meet the man that she had been promised.

But there was also a part of her that wanted to rebel against it. It was an arranged marriage. Who still had arranged marriages?

John the Twelfth of Gallifrey sat in the compartment on the passenger coach as the train made its way to wherever they were going, muttering under his breath that he didn't understand why he had to come while trying to get his guitar in tune.

"You know why you are here." John the Tenth, Ten, said. "You are here as moral support of your brother."

"It would make more sense if said brother was actually with us, wouldn't it?"

"You know what he is like."

Twelve turned to his brother. "He is going to meet the one that he was promised and we are here as support. If he doesn't get on at the next station, we are going to have to meet them. And you are going to give the excuse as to why he isn't here. I am not." He huffed. "I don't even know why he was promised to her in the first place."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Please tell me that you are joking."

"No Twelve, what do you mean by you don't understand why Eleven was promised to her in the first place?"

"Really? You do know the planet that we are going to."

"Please don't say what I think you are going to say."

"The people on that planet are descendants of Earth. They are Earthlings. They have no longer life span from when they left Earth. She is going to have a short life span compared to our dear brother. And you know how he gets attached to people."

"Please do go on." Ten said sarcastically. "Please carry on insulting my wife."

"Not my fault that you and him seem to have an obsession with Earth." Twelve muttered.

"Anyway, you should be more sympathetic towards him. I mean, he too doesn't want an arranged marriage to someone that he has never meet or even heard of." Ten said, ignoring him.

"Don't remind me." Twelve grumbled.

"I thought you liked her."

Twelve turned his attention back to his guitar.

"You do like her, don't you?" Ten asked.

"I do." Twelve said.

"Then what is the problem?"

"I get the impression that she doesn't like me."

"Why?"

Twelve looked over at his brother. "Because whenever I try and be with her and impress her, she always seems to have someone else on her mind or that she is chatting to. If she liked me, she would spend the time getting to know me instead of someone else. It is too late for us now. The Council have agreed that our match is sealed. I don't want my brother making the same mistake I am seemingly making."

He turned back to his guitar before he started to play a melody. He had been writing it for his fiancée but something was telling him that it might not end up being for her. She probably wouldn't sit there and listen to him play it anyway. She would prefer someone else's company rather than his.

He would give it a chance if she would.

But he was on a train, heading towards some planet, to help out his absent brother win over his fiancée. He could lie to himself and say that he wasn't interested in what could happen. He was interested. Because unlike his brothers, he had heard of Clara Oswald.

It was only a brief meeting. She had been focused on a certain Danny Pink, who had been under his command. He was the one to tell her what had happened to him and how they had treated Danny. He had just watched her as she stroked his forehead, tears rushing down her cheeks as she told him how much she had missed him and how he wasn't to scare her like that again.

She was small and beautiful and had given a number of the guards a hard time as they tried to keep her away from the chaos that the war had caused.

But now they lived in safer, happier times.

Twelve smiled to himself as he came to the realisation that the reason he agreed to come along with his brothers wasn't to get away from the fact that his fiancée wasn't interested. He came along because he wanted to meet the fiery young woman who had stormed through his army camp again.