Nerio was struggling to keep his patience as he listened to Minerva's rambles. He supposed it was his own fault for asking the princess what she liked to do in her spare time. Now he couldn't shut her up! She was now talking about painting? Yes, he was pretty sure it was something about drawing and painting. How could she talk for so long without stopping for air? Nerio didn't know but he intended to stop her now.

"Would you like to take a walk in the gardens?" he managed to cut into Minerva's words.

Minerva stopped and smiled sheepishly, "Did I bore you?"

"No, no," Nerio lied with a perfect smile back, "It's fascinating, but I just don't understand the concept of it."

Though confused, Minerva kept up her smile, "Concept? Of what?"

"Of this painting and drawing," Nerio said as if it were obvious, "How does it benefit you or your kingdom?"

Minerva held in her laugh as much as she could but in the end it was impossible. Nerio raised an eyebrow, not getting what the hell was so funny.

"I'm sorry, Nerio, but there is no benefit to the kingdom," Minerva finally sobered up enough to talk, "I do those things because it's fun. It's what I like to do. Not everything has to be about the kingdoms. Sometimes you just have to do things for yourself."

"Isn't that selfish?"

"No, as long as it doesn't interfere with your responsibilities it's fine. You have a lot of things to learn, Nerio," Minerva patted his arm, still lightly chuckling.

Nerio would've responded 'You have many things to learn' but that would blow his cover wouldn't it? Instead he reached to take her hand, startling Minerva, "So, that walk? The gardens looked exceptionally beautiful today."

Wanting to be polite, Minerva silently took her hand from his and rose up to her feet, "Sorry, but I already took a walk today."

Nerio frowned, "With who?"

Minerva opened her mouth to answer when someone else did it for her, "With me of course," the Doctor entered the lounge room holding a pastry in his hand. Immediately the two men glared at each other. Still, the Doctor knew Minerva was right beside him and was waiting for an explanation of his presence. He turned to her holding out her pastry, "I visited Dathan again, he told me to send you this."

Minerva beamed and took her favorite pastry, "Thank you! Is that where you were all day?" the Doctor nodded, "My grandfather told me you were at Dathan's but I just thought you'd argued or something and you left until I was finished."

"I'd never leave my Clever Girl alone," the Doctor kissed her head and wound an arm around her waist, "Until you say otherwise I'll be here in the palace with you."

"Mm, then I say you're never allowed to leave me," Minerva leaned on him.

"As you wish," the Doctor grinned.

Minerva chuckled then glanced at Nerio, "Would you like some?" she gestured to her pastry, "It's really good."

Nerio stood up trying to hide his distaste for the bakery. While Minerva found it delicious he'd found it disgusting. He was used to his special chefs cooking his delicious meals and else he wished for. But for Minerva he lied about it and told her she was right, the bakery was good. She had poor taste - in everything.

"No thanks, I'm still full with the lunch we had earlier," he excused instead.

"Lunch?" that was something the Doctor didn't like hearing about, which only made Nerio smirk with triumph.

"Oh yes, excellent lunch," Nerio continued on, spurred with motivation, "The princess herself and my sister Veren overlooked the cooking."

Minerva felt bad for leaving the Doctor put but she honestly thought he was gone in the TARDIS with Amy. She gently turned his head and made a promise, "I will cook you an excellent dinner tonight, you'll see," at that the Doctor couldn't continue being upset, "It'll be just you and I," Minerva sealed the deal with a kiss.

"I can't wait," the Doctor grinned at the thought of all the delicious meals Minerva could come up with. Her ability to cook hadn't diminished with her regenerations nor link body changes.

Minerva chuckled then looked at Nerio who was more than disappointed (and beyond frustrated) that his attempts to spark arguments between the pair were failing. The coronation was too close and things weren't progressing between him and Minerva. It was the first real challenge he had and...he was losing.

The Doctor was sending the prince smug smirks but contained his words for the sake of his wife, "So, we're you done here?" he asked Minerva, "I thought we could visit your grandmother and show Amy around the neighborhood."

Minerva beamed at the idea, "Definitely! I'm pretty sure I was boring Nerio anyways."

"Not at all, princess," Nerio waved off, wishing he could remark about her yakking abilities. But he supposed his freedom was being returned and frankly he couldn't wait to take it. It would give him some time to think of more strategies to acquire Minerva. So, without further thoughts, he came up to Minerva and took her hand once again, "It was nice to see you again, Kaeya," he raised Minerva's hand and gave it a kiss, making sure to flash a discrete look at the Doctor as he went around Minerva for the doors.

"Bye Nerio!" Minerva exclaimed and waved the prince goodbye. She didn't even notice the Doctor glaring at the doorway until she turned back, "Martian? What's wrong?" she took his clenched fists into her own, trying to undo them herself.

"I just get jealous," was the brief answer the Doctor settled for. Technically, it was not a lie.

For Minerva, it was just a daily thing for her to hear of his jealousy. So, she took it as she usually would, "Let's remember who I married," she kissed both his hands then leaned on him.

"I can't help it," the Doctor sighed and moved his arms around her, "I'm a very paranoid husband, okay?"

"I get it, I do," Minerva assured him, "Especially after our...big disagreement," neither preferred to think about said moment and even now they couldn't look at each other in the eyes.

"It's not that, really," the Doctor gently moved Minerva off him but kept his arms around her, "I'm just...not used to all this."

Minerva tilted her head, trying to understand but nothing clear came to mind, "Used to what?"

"Well," the Doctor thought of the proper words that wouldn't offend her nor spark any disagreements, "back then, when I was married and came to visit you, I knew that at any moment you could decide to marry someone yourself. You weren't mine to begin with, so I couldn't be paranoid even if I wanted to."

Minerva rolled her eyes, chuckling to herself, "Okay…"

"I'm serious," the Doctor pouted, taking offense of her amusement. He was being very serious right now, "Now you're my wife and I can be freely paranoid and jealous."

Minerva couldn't contain her next laugh, "Wow, you're...you're something," she looked at him trying to be serious like he wanted her to be, "But listen, did I ever get married back then?"

"No…"

"Then what makes you think I'll get married to someone else now?"

"Well...persuasion, I don't know," the Doctor shrugged.

"The only one who can persuade me to do anything is you," Minerva tapped her fingers up the Doctor's chest, loving the blush he was quickly displaying, "You've persuaded me many, many, many times to stay with you."

"It would not bode well for me if anyone else heard those words," the Doctor managed to come over his blush by exchanging it for sarcasm.

"Now who's not being serious?" Minerva switched her smile for a smirk.

"Shut up," the Doctor rolled his eyes when she began laughing at him. He decided to silence her with an abrupt kiss. Muffled giggles was the only thing heard in the lounge room as the pair kissed.

When they heard the distinct, distant calls of Mayar, the Doctor already had Minerva against a wall. Quickly, the two pulled away from each other and made themselves presentable for when Mayar came in.

Soon enough Mayar found his way into the room, "Kaeya, I want you to finish the proposals by the next time the Seonel's visit us."

Minerva nodded, "I can do that. When are they coming again?"

"In two weeks. So get it done. No distractions," at the warning Mayar glanced at the Doctor, "So leave her alone."

The Doctor could think of many ways of getting into an argument but was frankly weary and simply wanted to take his Clever Girl away, "Yeah, sure."

Minerva rolled her eyes, "Grandfather, you don't have to be rude all the time. Doesn't it get tiring?"

"Tell me, is it not tiring to be so rebellious?" Mayar countered, making Minerva groan of frustration.

"I'm not rebellious! I simply do not do everything you want me to," Minerva felt like a broken record saying that over and over to him, "I really think if you could just let go of your old beliefs then we-"

Mayar had heard enough nonsense for the day and stopped Minerva with a wave of his hand, "No more," he declared, "If you are so intent on speaking nonsense then perhaps it is best for you to leave."

Though the words included no foul language and the tone was calm it was enough to wound Minerva deeply, "You...you want me to leave?" she asked in a frail voice.

Mayar cleared his throat, suddenly wishing he would've chosen smarter words, "Kaeya if it was up to me I would have you living here. But you choose to go on gallivanting as if you had no home."

"That's supposed to make her feel better?" the Doctor scowled at the man, putting an arm around Minerva's waist to bring her closer.

"Have I said something false?" Mayar asked the pair.

"Yes," Minerva answered, trying to remain calm just like he was, "You're wrong. I do have a home. It's this one," she gestured to the room, "Earth, and wherever the Doctor decides to live in. I have a home."

"Those are not homes," Mayar corrected with a shake of his head.

"I will decide where my homes are, thank you very much," the snappish tone came without warning but Minerva was so tired of having the same arguments over and over, "And right now this one does not feel like home. I do not feel loved, I do not feel cared for, I do not feel comfortable nor welcomed. Until next time, grandfather," she motioned to the Doctor she was more than ready to go back to the TARDIS and so they walked off.

Minerva did not say a word all the way back to the TARDIS, not even after picking up Amy from a renovating spa. The Doctor feared she was newly angered or worse, hurt. Either one he wished she didn't feel. Even Amy was beginning to worry about Minerva after many minutes of silence. Upon entering the TARDIS, Minerva went straight into the corridor without a word of explanation.

"Oookay," Amy went a couple steps for the corridor then turned to the Doctor, "What happened? Are you in some kind of argument again?"

"No," the Doctor made a face and turned to the console, not wasting time in getting them out of the Monsoon, "Minerva and Mayar just disagreed again."

"And again...and again," Amy crossed her arms, "You know, I've been traveling with you guys for months and that's all I get from this place. Why do they argue so much?"

"Because Mayar still thinks in the old ways, including that my wife is some five year old who will do everything they tell her to."

Amy felt the tension wafting over to her and quickly raised her hands to show her neutrality, "Just the bystander, remember that."

The Doctor sighed, agreeing with her, "Sorry, it's so frustrating to see this and...be able to do nothing."

"Well I wouldn't say 'nothing'," Amy smiled and came over to him with cheery attitude, "I think it's your comfort that Minerva needs most right now. You can't fix family problems, trust me. I mean, what, can you get my parents back or something?" the Doctor chose not to reveal the reality of her parents' whereabouts and simply shook his head, making her believe her point had been taken, "No, so don't make every problem Minerva has your responsibility. They're not."

"When you're married, Amy, every problem your partner has becomes yours. You want to fix it for them so they don't suffer."

"But you can't, and that's the reality," Amy clapped a hand on his shoulder, "So instead of trying to fix it for her, why not just be there for her?"

On some level, Amy did speak the truth. No matter how much it pained him, the Doctor knew that not all Minerva's problems could be fixed by him. But it angered him that he had to sit there and watch his Clever Girl suffer. That wasn't the way things were supposed to be like.

Amy could see the internal struggle within the man and sighed, "Okay, so, maybe I can talk to her?" the Doctor looked at her, "I just think maybe this is some thing we could use to bond. We haven't really had some time to ourselves. Can I give it a try?"

"Yeah," the Doctor sighed, seeing no harm in that. It was Martha who had helped Minerva during her times of need when she couldn't talk with him. Perhaps Amy could take that role for the time being.

"Thank you," Amy grinned at the chance. The Doctor went around the console setting in the coordinations, making Amy curious of their next whereabouts, "Where are we going, then?" she called.

"Somewhere new - for you," the Doctor looked up, "San Diego, 2010."

"Mm, nope, don't get it," Amy shook her head, "Why are we going there?"

"Because I want my Clever Girl to be surrounded with her family," the Doctor declared, sincerely hoping it would be a starters to lift up Minerva's mood.

~ 0 ~

Isadora Lozano was washing the dishes in her kitchen when her son-in-law (or ex son-in-law) walked into the kitchen with a couple of papers.

"Isadora, do you think you could pass these on to Sofia?" Nicolas Souza set a yellow folder on the table.

"Sure, what are they?" Isadora glanced over her shoulder to see the folder.

"It's the deed to the house along with a couple of other things," Nicolas sighed, "Things I no longer need nor want."

"I don't think it's quite fair that you're basically handing everything over to my daughter," Isadora admitted, "The fair thing is, to my knowledge, that you both get half and half. Olivia is dead and Minerva hasn't been dependent to either of you for years, meaning you get a straight 50, 50."

"I just don't want it, Isadora," Nicolas repeated himself with 100% assurance, "I may not be so young anymore but I still have a chance to recreate my life. I don't want any of this stuff," he tapped the folder, "Anyways, I just dropped by to let you these so I'll be on my w-" the sounds of the TARDIS' wheezing cut through the conversation.

Isadora gasped with delight knowing what that meant, "Minerva's back!" without second thoughts the two adults rushed for the backyard just as the blue box appeared by the apple tree.

"I haven't seen her," Nicolas breathed at the realization, "Oh, I miss her."

A couple seconds later, the doors opened and out stepped Minerva and the Doctor with a lingering Amy behind. At the sight of her father, Minerva ran to give him a hug, "Dad!" her voice trembled as if she were scared child.

Nicolas hugged her tighter, nothing was as bad now that he finally saw her again. It had been long and he sincerely missed her. He took notice of her long, orange hair and chuckled, "You have orange hair."

Minerva pulled away with her own chuckle, careful to hide her teary eyes, "Yeah," she stepped back and pretended to study a strand of her hair, "I'm a ginger now."

"And she looks beautiful," the Doctor was quick to remark as he wrapped his arm around her.

"Can't argue there," Nicolas agreed then took a look at the man beside Minerva, "And you're…"

"Cool? Amazing? Well-dressed?" the Doctor smugly tweaked his bow-tie.

However, Nicolas finished his sentence with, "...interesting."

While the Doctor's face fell at the comment, Amy burst into laughter, drawing attention to herself. Seeing a need for introductions, Minerva went ahead and did them, "We picked up a new companion. She's Amy."

"Hi," Amy waved sheepishly, conscious of her first impression may not have been so well.

"Amy, this is my grandmother and that's my dad."

"Isadora," Isadora greeted Amy with a shake of hands.

"Hello," Amy said then shook hands with Minerva's father.

"Nicolas," he said.

"Nice to meet you both," Amy shyly said to the two, "And I like your tree," she glanced back at the big tree, her own orange hair bouncing with the head turn, "Those apples…"

"Watch out, those are Minerva's apples," the Doctor playfully warned her.

Minerva rolled her eyes, "You can take some, Amy. They're delicious," without another word, Amy hurried back to the tree. Minerva turned to watch her along with the Doctor, "Good luck," Minerva scoffed, "I can never reach for an apple-"

With one easy jump, Amy managed to pluck an apple from the tree.

Minerva's mouth fell open with shock, "B-but...but I...how did...I can't...what!?" she looked up at the Doctor, "She picked an apple with no help!"

"Yes, I saw," the Doctor knew to be cautious about heights with her.

"But I can never get one on my own!"

"Yes...I know…"

"That's not fair!" with a huff, Minerva crossed her arms and turned away.

"Honey, how old are you again?" Nicolas asked, making Isadora chuckle.

When the Doctor let loose one of his laughs he received a warning look from Minerva that immediately shut him up.

Amy came back with an apple in hand, already chewing from a bite she'd taken, "What is it?" she noticed Minerva's scowl while everyone else laughed.

"This just gets better, doesn't it?" Minerva sarcastically muttered.

~ 0 ~

Some time later, the group had relocated inside the house. In the getting to know Amy, Minerva and Nicolas slipped out to the living room. The Doctor let them have their moment and when he felt like a decent amount of time had passed, he went to check up on them. He peered from the threshold of the kitchen and saw the two on the couch. Nicolas had an arm around Minerva's shoulders while Minerva herself rested her head on his arm, looking just as she'd left the Monsoon: hurt. Wanting Minerva to speak to someone, even if it wasn't himself, the Doctor quietly returned to the kitchen.

While Amy liked the conversation between her and Isadora, she was a little more curious of the Doctor and Minerva's problems, "What is it now?" she called from the kitchen table, making Isadora also look at the Time Lord.

"What?" the Doctor spun around to the two women, startled he'd been called upon now, "Hm?"

Amy lifted an eyebrow, "What problem is there now? You've got that look on again," she made a gesture around her face.

"This is my face," the Doctor pointed at his face.

"Exactly," Amy smirked and waited for the Doctor to realize her statement.

Eventually he did and sighed for it as he came to take a seat across her and Isadora, "I don't know what to do."

"I suppose this is the reason why my Minerva had that face when she came in?" Isadora got into the conversation with ease.

"You noticed?" Amy asked, confused. She thought Minerva had done a good job hiding her real feelings.

"I've known Minerva for so long now, no matter how many changes of faces she makes I'll be able to know," Isadora laughed. However, she sobered up when she saw how grim the Doctor was - he was actually quiet!

That alone was bad.

"Doctor, what is it?" Isadora asked again, her voice grave as the problem actually was.

The Doctor hid his face behind his hands and simply groaned. Amy remembered many things he had told her about and came to a realization, "Just like Minerva should talk about her feelings to someone, I think you should too."

The Doctor lowered his hands and stared at the ginger, "What?"

"I get the feeling you don't talk as much about your problems."

"Amy," the Doctor looked to the side, hardly finding this to be the moment he should talk. There were many things that ran through his head that...sure would be nice to talk about, "This is not about me."

"But I think it is," Amy stayed firm on her opinion, "Cos if Minerva has problems then I would say you do too."

"What kind of problems?" Isadora looked between the two curiously, "Was it about Mayar disliking you?" she asked the Doctor, receiving a scoff in response.

"If it was only that and nothing else," he muttered.

"Well, what else could it be?" Isadora urged him to be honest, "We won't tell Minerva unless you let us. Amy's right, you probably have problems of your own. It can't be easy not getting along with Minerva's only biological family member."

"Easy?" the Doctor bitterly laughed, "Easy is having a disagreement between him and myself. That is something easy."

"And the hard part?" Amy dared to ask.

"The hard part is dealing with the fact the only biological member of Minerva's family wants to marry her off to someone else!"

For a couple of seconds the two women across him exchanged looks with each other as if to confirm they'd both heard right.

"WHAT!?" went Amy first, immediately shushed by the Doctor, "Don't shush me!" she snapped, "How dare he!"

"Shhh!" the Doctor continued to plead.

"Doctor! Why didn't you say anything?" Isadora asked in a far calmer tone than Amy, "I assume Minerva doesn't know about this?"

"You would assume right," the Doctor sighed.

"How come you never said?" Amy repeated Isadora's question, feeling like smacking him for being so stupid, "This is the type of stuff you mention to someone!"

"Who am I supposed to tell, Amy?" the Doctor looked at her solemnly, "If I tell Minerva I'd break her heart and that is the last thing I want. She already has problems with Mayar just because of who she is now, you want me to add 'oh, Minerva, by the way, your grandfather wants you to marry some idiotic, pretentious prince'?"

"Okay, okay," Amy agreed that wouldn't end well if Minerva found out, "but you had to tell someone."

"Have you spoken to this man?" Isadora inquired, "Told him you know what he's up to?"

"No," the Doctor shook his head, making Amy groan, "I can't!" he defended himself, "Because if I do I know I'll take it too far and do something Minerva will never forgive me."

"Oh my God this is the perfect plan," Amy realized as she said it, her eyes wide, "Even if you find out, they know you'll never tell Minerva as well as never confronting them about it. They're evil geniuses."

"I hardly think they're 'evil geniuses'," the Doctor rolled his eyes, "Nerio is an idiot who thinks power is everything and women are objects. Mayar...in some twisted way...thinks he's doing what's best for his granddaughter."

"You can't allow this, Doctor," stated Isadora, "because if you do, I will hit you."

Amy chuckled, "Well now I know where Minerva gets her threats from."

"I don't know how to deal with this properly," the Doctor confessed, "I'm trying to find new planets and people that Minerva could do business with. That way she doesn't have to deal with the Seonel family but if I push her too much she'll figure out I'm up to something. I don't call her Clever Girl for nothing, you know."

"Well, then," Isadora started getting up, "I guess there is only one thing left to do now."

"What's that?" the Doctor looked up at her, completely clueless.

"I shall go meet this man who thinks he can arrange my granddaughter's life the way he pleases," Isadora declared determinedly, "I'll set him straight."

Amy smiled satisfactorily, "I like her."

"Isadora, I don't think that's a good idea," the Doctor shook his head and stood up as well, "Minerva will definitely know something's-"

"Minerva won't know about this," Isadora nearly warned him, "because no one will tell her."

"Isadora...you're not supposed to see the Monsoon until the coronation. Minerva is really excited about the surprise."

"I won't be seeing the cities, Doctor. I will be meeting...family."

"But-"

"No 'buts'," Isadora wagged a finger, "Tell Minerva you are taking a stop God knows where for something and I'll make up the excuse I have to go to an appointment."

"The whole point of coming here was so that Minerva could spend some time with her human family and forget about her alien problems."

"And so she shall," Isadora nodded, "Nicolas will be here longer and Amy will stay with her too."

Amy agreed with the plan, "I can keep her busy."

"Thank you, Amy," Isadora said to the ginger, "So, Doctor. What shall it be?"

"I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" the Doctor with a resigned tone, knowing his fate very well.

"Not one bit," Isadora answered with a wide smirk on her face. There was no stopping her.

~ 0 ~

While Minerva was upset to see her husband rushing off for some TARDIS problem and her grandmother having an appointment, she was still content to spend some time with her father and new friend. After all the travels and Monsoon business, it was always good to come back home. The only thing she now wanted was to see her best friend and ginger sister in England.

"So tell me about your home, then," urged Nicolas when he saw Minerva falling into silence again - the same silence that made her feel worse, "Does it really have a lot of snow?"

Minerva dimly smiled at the distracting question and answered it, "Plenty of it. There's no sun so it never melts."

"You get to build snowmen all day," Amy added with a chuckle from her spot on the couch chair, "And it's funnier cos they don't know what a 'snowman' is."

"Really?" Nicolas raised an eyebrow at Minerva, waiting for a confirmation on the detail.

"It's a human concept," Minerva sighed and leaned back on the couch, "It's like if I ask if you know about our ceres."

"Huh?" went both humans.

Minerva made a gesture at both of them, "See? That's what I'm talking about. You wouldn't know that 'ceres' are our delicious iced spheres that we eat because it's a Moontsay concept."

"Still, your home is weird," Amy declared with a playful, seriousness.

"So is yours," Minerva countered.

"When will you finally show me this winter wonderland of a planet, hm?" asked Nicolas, making Minerva forget the playful fight.

"The day of my coronation, duh," she shifted to him, now sitting on her legs like a child would.

"And is everything going alright with that?"

Minerva decided to stick with what really was going fine about the coronation - the appearances, "Yes! I've ordered the room to be decorated with the nicest decorations we could get. And my dress! Dad, you'll love it - at least I hope you will. It's all silvery and jeweled but not too jeweled either cos that's tacky. And then my crown! I can't wait! My grandfather says it's a surprise so I can't see it myself until the day. But he says it'll look pretty on me."

Nicolas smiled and reached to touch her face, "I'm sure you'll look very beautiful - just like your wedding day. Or every day, actually. But you have to promise me you'll be very happy and smiling."

"I...will do my best," Minerva smiled widely for him. She hugged him tightly again, wanting to bask in such a calm moment she'd missed so much.

"Now I'm sorry," Nicolas pulled away with an apologetic smile, "but I have to leave."

Minerva's face fell, the temporary happiness vanishing from her features, "What? Why?"

"I have some cases to work on, I'm sorry," Nicolas patted her cheek and stood up, "Amy, it was nice to meet you," he politely shook the girl's hand again, "I'm glad Minerva and the Doctor are finally picking up someone new. It does them good."

"Dad," Minerva sheepishly smiled.

"I'm only saying what I see," Nicolas defended himself and gave her another hug, "Be good and I expect my invitation for your coronation."

"I promise," Minerva kissed his cheek and led him towards the door.

When Minerva returned Amy seemed to be looking at her with an expectant look, as if waiting for something. Minerva didn't notice the look until she sat back on the couch, "What?"

"How long has it been since your previous companion left you and the Doctor?" Amy got straight to the point, startling Minerva with the question.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I'm curious. It's not the first time someone brings up your companions before me. You once said that I should feel special because I'm the first to see the Monsoon finished. How come your other friends haven't seen it?"

Minerva sighed and leant her head on the couch, "Amy, it's a long story - and you don't even remember it."

"How so?" it was Amy's turn to be confused.

"Because it's about the Daleks moving the Earth and you don't remember that."

"Well…" Amy looked around, "...we have some time to kill. Help me remember it," Minerva saw this as another potential distraction and couldn't disagree.

So, she began to retell the story of the Earth being stolen and how she lost her ginger sister.

~ 0 ~

On another occasion Isadora would've been astounded to see such a remarkable alien palace she was currently striding in. She was following the Doctor who was still not as pleased with the idea. He didn't think this could lead to anything good. But Isadora was adamant and, just like Minerva, there was no getting the idea out of her head once it was there. Eventually, they found Mayar's study where the Doctor was sure the man would be.

At the sound of his door opening, Mayar looked up from a book he was reading at his desk and was less than impressed to find the Doctor back, "What, pray tell, do you think you're doing here? I thought you took Kaeya already."

"I'm not the one here to see you," the Doctor explained with a heavy sigh, gesturing to the open door.

Mayar rose just as Isadora entered the room, "Who is she? And why have you brought her here?"

"You've seen her, Mayar," the Doctor wearily reminded, "from the pictures Minerva showed you - or tried to anyways."

Mayar of course remembered the many pictures of the humans Minerva had shown him a long time ago. But he had no interest in seeing the people who kept taking his granddaughter away that he had practically forced Minerva to put them away.

"I can speak for myself, Doctor," Isadora warned him sternly, conscious that she was making her first impression on Mayar. He had to see she was not the one to mess with. She would fight for her granddaughter no matter who it was.

"But you didn't bring yourself to my home on your own," Mayar cut in, "so what do you want? Has the Doctor brought you here to speak on his defense?"

"Excuse me?" now that was something the Doctor disliked, "Why am I the one who has to defend himself from you? Sure, I may have done some bad things but never to you."

Mayar scoffed and looked to the side. Isadora cleared her throat and took the conversation back in her hands, "I am here to speak about my granddaughter."

"You mean my granddaughter," Mayar fiercely corrected the woman, "She is nothing of yours - not even the same species!"

"Yes, but I treat her like a grandmother would...which is more than what I can say for you," Isadora countered, her eyes narrowing down to a darkness the Doctor had never seen, "I did not arrange a marriage behind Minerva's back."

That left Mayar baffled, his eyes flickering from Isadora to the Doctor, coming to conclusion that the Doctor must have figured it out somehow, "How?" he asked the Time Lord directly.

"Over here," Isadora had enough of the games and with a snap of her fingers got the man to look at her again, "I am speaking to you and I will be heard. Who the hell do you think you are to control my granddaughter's life like this? Pairing her up with a man she clearly does not love?" she stepped towards the desk, "Arranging a marriage when she is already married?"

"That marriage is not valid here," Mayar gritted his teeth, "anyone will tell you that."

"Even if it was, you would have never cared," the Doctor made an opinion, "You despise me so much that it wouldn't matter if we'd gotten married here. You would have still declared my marriage to Minerva invalid."

Mayar couldn't argue there, but that wasn't entirely it. Though he doubted anyone would believe him.

"How can you do this to your own granddaughter?" Isadora softly asked Mayar, "She loves you so much and she just wants to be accepted by you. How do you think she will react when she learns about this? That you hate her-"

"I do not hate her!" Mayar shouted, startling the two in the room with him, "I absolutely adore her to pieces. Don't you dare ever say that to me again."

Isadora studied the man for a minute before coming to the conclusion, "I believe you."

Not understanding, Mayar frowned, "What?"

"I believe you when you say you love Minerva," Isadora dimly smiled, "it's the same look we all have when we say the same thing."

Mayar was indignant to hear the disbelief and went on a rampage of rambles, "Well of course I'm telling the truth!" he went around the desk, his arms open, "Do you think I would have had this entire palace constructed for her if I didn't? I had an entire garden made just for her - the beloved flower of this planet. I have made so many things for and she hasn't even stayed once. She prefers to run off to some stupid box with…"

"Me," the Doctor finished with a long sigh, beginning to understand some part of Mayar's anger. For starters, it wasn't even anger. It was resent.

"She knows that I am the only one left of her real family and she doesn't care enough to stay for at least one full day with me," Mayar bit the inside of his cheek as he forced himself to stay rigid, "She only stayed here longer because she was in an argument with you," he pointed at the Doctor, "It's the only way to stay here, apparently."

"To be fair when she is here, on business, she doesn't feel comfortable," the Doctor reminded of Minerva's last words, not about to let Mayar blame this whole thing on him, "and that is all your fault."

"Mine!?"

"You don't let her be who she is, Mayar! I don't know how else to explain this to you in a way she hasn't explained it herself: Minerva is a changed woman and for the better. She is not rebellious, she is not careless, she just grew up. She found herself. And she is doing every last thing she can to uplift this bloody planet!"

"Look, I can see how, perhaps…" Isadora glanced at the Doctor, "...Minerva has abandoned her grandfather. Mayar is right, on some level, she should be staying here longer than she is."

"I have no inconvenience with that," the Doctor defended himself before someone blamed him, "I would love for her to have a better relationship with Mayar but you," he pointed at the man, "have taken care of preventing any closesness between you two. That's not my fault."

"It's not-"

But, the Doctor could not take it any longer, frustrated with the fact, "YOU ARE TRYING TO MARRY HER TO ANOTHER MAN!" and he began shouting, "HOW IS THIS NOT YOUR FAULT?"

"I am trying to protect her from what will surely lead her to danger," Mayar pointed at him, "You will not deny me that you have led her into some serious, dangerous situations," swallowing roughly, the Doctor looked to the side, of course not about to deny that, "You think I don't know about that whole non-existent year where some man, one of your people, tortured my granddaughter?" knowing he was more than right, Mayar marched up to the Doctor, continuing his accusations, "The Daleks know about her existence because of you and I have no doubt you have let her make herself known to the rest of your enemies. I am terrified that one of these days I will receive notice that my granddaughter has been kidnapped by one of your enemies. Or worse, that she's been killed," Mayar took a couple steps back to look at both, "Lie to me and tell me neither of you have thought about that," he challenged.

As predicted, neither the Doctor nor Isadora said anything to contradict his statement.

"You can despise me for trying to marry Kaeya off with another man, but at least that man will not sentence her to her own death," Mayar returned to his desk and sat down, waiting for both to continue this argument he really saw no point in.

They would never understand.

~ 0 ~

Back at Isadora's house, Minerva was finishing up telling Amy about the stolen Earth adventure when someone knocked on the door.

"I wonder who that is," Minerva stood up from the couch. Her father had left over an hour ago and her uncle Aaron had keys to the place. It was still school time for Tamara and Stacey which left no guesses.

"Hopefully a girl scout?" Amy asked and received a very odd look from Minerva, "I'm hungry"

"Girl scout," Minerva shook her head," that's a new one," she went to go answer the door which was being relentlessly knocked on as if there were some emergency, "Hold on! I'm coming!"

But when she opened the door, Minerva wished she'd never even stopped by the house.

"I'm looking for Isadora Lozano, is she here?" asked Marisol Souza in the cold tone Minerva was unfortunately used to.

"M-Marisol…" Minerva breathed, unsure of how to react nor answer back. Out of everyone she wanted to see in town Marisol was no where near the list.

"Do I know you?" the young, dark-haired woman lifted a suspicious eyebrow.

It had been only a year on Earth since Marisol had her grand birthday party in which she decided to kiss the Doctor. Minerva was conscious that she never actually confronted Marisol in all her senses. But after so much that happened with her regeneration, Minerva had no interest in starting drama again - not even for closure. She never did have the courage to stand against Marisol. The fact her cousin still looked as beautiful as ever wasn't making Minerva push for that confrontation.

"Um," Minerva looked around nervously, patting down herself as she gathered a decent response.

However, Amy came over to see who the new visitor was and cut in, "Who's this?"

Marisol detected the foreign accent in Amy's tone, giving her a slight suspicion, "I am looking for Isadora Lozano. This is her house. Go. Get. Her."

Amy had a double-take at the dark-haired woman, "Sorry, you missed the memo, we're not maids," she gestured to herself and Minerva.

"Well your clothes say another thing, dear," Marisol remarked.

"Excuse you?" Amy stepped forwards in a menacing way but still did not make Marisol falter, "Don't mistake me for a pretty girl that's afraid to get dirty. I will punch you."

"A-Amy, just...no, it's okay," Minerva had gently pulled Amy back to the doorway beside her, "Marisol, is, um...she's um..."

"Rude?" Amy glanced at Marisol, "Who do you think you are?"

"The real question is what are you doing inside that house?" Marisol pointed, "Last time I checked neither of you have ever been around…" she paused for a minute as her eyes settled on the one cowering ginger, "...unless one of you has been here before," she took a step closer to Minerva, her eyes studying every last feature, "with a different face," she flicked a strand of Minerva's hair, making her flinch, "Little cousin, is that you?" Marisol asked in an almost awed voice.

"Cousin?" Amy asked Minerva, now expecting the answer to be fast.

Minerva exhaled deeply, "What do you want, Marisol? My grandmother isn't here."

"Minerva, wow," Marisol had momentarily forgotten the purpose of her visit. She hadn't seen Minerva in quite a while and was determined to get some fun out of it, "So, you did that thing where you change your face? Aunt Sofia mentioned that. But tell me, was this," she gestured to Minerva's face, "enough to retain that Doctor? Or has he finally left you like he should have a year ago?"

Amy gaped at the way her friend was being spoken to and waited for the much needed sarcastic, sassy response Minerva always had.

Minerva, however, wasn't feeling nor sarcastic nor sassy, "W-we're m-married now…" she weakly replied.

Amy's mouth fell open, completely stunned. This was not the Minerva she was used to seeing. If she spoke to her grandfather that way, why was this Marisol off the hook?

"Married?" Marisol bitterly laughed, crossing her arms in the process, "That'll never work," she declared with the upmost assurance.

"Marisol what do you want?" Minerva wearily asked again, hoping she'd finally receive an answer so Marisol would finally just leave.

"What's the matter, little cousin? Not happy to see me again?" Marisol sarcastically smiled, "Is your 'husband' home?" she peered inside the house between the two gingers, "I'm sure he'd love to see me back."

"Minerva," Amy motioned to the ginger to say something.

"He's not here, please leave," Minerva asked with a strange politeness - and nervousness.

"Please?" Amy shook her head, slowly understanding less.

"I get it," Marisol stepped back, "Afraid I'll finally take him from you? I nearly did the last time, remember?" Minerva looked down, preferring to forget that awful moment, "With the help of your mommy, of course. I never got to tell you, though," she playfully hit Minerva's arm, "I can see why you had a thing with that man - he is to die for. And his kissing skills are, wow," her devious smirk took place across her lips.

"Okay, what!?" Amy now fully turned to Minerva, "What is she talking about?"

"I can see why you wouldn't tell your little friend. It must be embarrassing, isn't it? Poor, little Joycelin," Marisol dramatically swayed her head, "never had the mommy and daddy to protect you from big bad bullies like me. The only sister you did have you killed and the only man who managed to look at you twice is probably already gone. Doesn't it ever get tiring being you?"

Minerva swallowed down real hard and forced herself not to break down like she normally would, "What did you need?"

Marisol rolled her eyes and turned away, heading back for the sidewalk, "Aunt Sofia wanted me to pick up a couple of papers from the woman. I'll just tell her she wasn't home. Say hello to your husband for me," she laughed.

Amy had her arms crossed with a pointed look on Minerva, "What the hell did she mean about the Doctor? And why didn't you fight back?"

Minerva sighed, "Long story short, about a year ago on earth she kissed my husband when he was my boyfriend. She did it to get me away from him because my mom didn't like him."

"And you got her back for it, right?" Amy then recalled her own situation and shook her head. While the memory was fuzzy she was very aware that she had tried to seduce the Doctor and Minerva hadn't done anything to her except a stern warning and scold, "Eugh, of course you didn't because you never got me back either. Minerva," she suddenly stood straight, "Go get that woman."

"What?" Minerva frowned.

"You are not going to let her get away with that, and especially with everything she told you right now."

"This was nothing compared to what she used to tell me when we were kids," Minerva sighed and made to go back into the house when Amy yanked her out, "Amy, it doesn't matter. I can't do anything anymore."

"You fight with your own grandfather and you're telling me you can't fight a conceited human?" Amy shook her head, "Absolutely not. I won't have that. Go and get her back, now."

Minerva glanced to the streets and saw Marisol getting into her car. She would admit it would probably feel nice to get a little revenge on Marisol after so much cruelty, "Amy...I...I can't," she eventually said, "I've never been able to stand up to her. She is literally the embodiment of my human childhood terror."

Amy saw one foot stepping forwards and took that as her 'go', "Minerva, you better go get her. I'll punch her if you don't. She will not walk away like nothing. One way or another she's getting a slap. Question is, which one of us will do it?" she smirked as she awaited the answer she already knew, "Minerva?"

Minerva swallowed roughly and gathered the small amount of bravery she had to take her daring steps towards the streets. Just as Marisol drove past the house, Minerva iced the trees to the ground and forced a stop. Utterly confused, Marisol quickly got out of the car to check the fault, "What the hell?" she gasped at the sight of ice trapping her car.

"Marisol," she heard Minerva call. As Marisol turned around, Minerva came for her and without a warning of any kind slapped Marisol across the face, "That was way overdue. You don't kiss my husband, ever."

Rubbing her cheek, Marisol stood straight again and glared, "Who the hell do you think you are-"

"NO," Minerva cut her off, "The real question is who do you think you are. You had absolutely no right treating me the way you did. And all for what? Because I was simply smarter than you."

At that last comment Marisol became angry, "You are not-"

"Yes I was and I continue to be now. I've never said this to anyone but I hope that one hurt because you deserve it. You disliked me because I was different and turned everyone against me. Look at me now, Marisol," Minerva opened her arms and stepped back, "I'm married, about to take a throne and rule an entire planet, and of course I travel through space and time. Your comments will mean nothing to me now. Remember that the next you feel like insulting me," with a snap of her fingers, Minerva melted the ice around Marisol's car and went back into the house.

Amy was laughing hysterically by the time Minerva returned, even leaning against the wall to support herself, "That's what I'm talking about!"

Minerva bit back a smile, "I did good, didn't I? I wasn't too mean or anything?"

"You were perfect!" Amy gave a thumbs up, "I wish I recorded that, honestly."

"I'm glad you didn't, I wouldn't want that getting around," Minerva shook her head and retreated inside the house.

Amy followed in and shut the door. Minerva went to the window and took a look at the sky, "It's getting late," she remarked, "I wonder how long it'll be until my grandmother comes back. I wanted to see if I could take some ingredients from her kitchen."

"Ooh, what are you making?" Amy rubbed her stomach to show her hunger.

Minerva turned around smiling brightly, "I promised to make the Doctor a fantastic dinner tonight and there's not enough in the TARDIS kitchen."

"Ooh, romantic," Amy chuckled.

Minerva blushed, "Not really. It'd probably be in the kitchen or something."

Amy suddenly glanced at the kitchen and took steps to the doorway, seeing the backyard through the glass door, "Not necessarily…"

Minerva saw the sudden interest in the kitchen and walked over, "What are you thinking?"

"That apart from a motivation coach I can be a couples' coach too," Amy grinned mischievously, both confusing and concerning Minerva.

Minerva learned to really appreciate Amy but the ideas that ginger had were far more daring than any other friend Minerva ever had.

~ 0 ~

The Doctor was beyond uncomfortable hearing the truth of the danger he constantly put Minerva in, "Mayar, I know it's hard to live thinking about that but I swear to you I do my best to keep Minerva safe."

"Doing your 'best' is not enough," Mayar cut in, "Your lucky streak can end at any moment and I do not want my granddaughter to pay the price."

"And she won't, but you can't use that as an excuse to marry her off to someone else," the Doctor shook his head, "If you try and do that she will resent you forever. I know that's not what you want."

"Of course not," Mayar looked away, "I simply want to make sure her future is secure."

"And are you so sure this man you want for her is it?" Isadora inquired.

"Absolutely, I've seen arranged marries work in my time."

"Minerva is a modern woman with modern thoughts, you cannot and will not manipulate her," the Doctor warned, "If you continue with this ridiculous idea I will tell her."

"You would do that to her?"

"I wouldn't be doing anything bad, except opening her eyes to the truth," the Doctor sighed, "I mean it Mayar, drop the marriage plans or else."

"You don't scare me, Doctor," Mayar scoffed.

"I'm not trying to. I'm giving you a chance to fix what you've done. That Seonel family is not what they seem. Everyone but Veren is cruel and selfish. I'd think twice before continuing to negotiate."

"There is no time to look for other negotiators," Mayar shook his head, "I was only able to find them in such a rush. They weren't my first choice," he admitted.

"And that's who you want to marry Minerva off? Someone who wasn't even your first choice?" Isadora raised an eyebrow, "Unbelievable."

"What is unbelievable is that you side with a man who will eventually kill her," Mayar snapped.

"I think Minerva is old enough to make her own decisions. If she chose the Doctor then it's because he's worth it. I have faith in my granddaughter and she's never given me a reason to doubt. If you had faith in her like I did, you wouldn't be doing all this."

"Kaeya is misguided by this man," Mayar gestured to the Doctor, "He has her wrapped around his finger-"

The Doctor had to loudly scoff at that one, "Try the other way around. Anything Minerva wants I give and do. And for her, I'd go up against anyone...including you," he pointed at Mayar, "So I'll say it again: drop the marriage plans before she finds out and gets hurt. I am not kind to those who hurt my wife."

Isadora reached for the Doctor's arm, sensing things were going to get out of hands if someone didn't intervene, "Mayar, listen, all we really want is for Minerva to be happy. Marrying her to someone else is not going to do that. She already feels like you don't love her. She hates being controlled. Don't give her a real reason to hate you," she tugged the Doctor out of the room before Mayar said anything back.

Silently, Mayar hurried to the door and shut it, making sure it was locked before he returned to his desk. Instantly, he replayed the entire moment in his mind and looked for the best solution to keep all of this away from Minerva. He was sure if Minerva found out before time she would learn to detest him for what he was planning on doing. But he really didn't see a way out. He was no fool, he knew the Doctor went through with his threats. In one of those, the next time Minerva came round and the Doctor saw nothing had been changed, he would tell her the truth.

It wasn't fair. He was only doing everything he did for his granddaughter's future. She was bright, she was beautiful, she had everything she needed to be happy...and she chose a dangerous man to live with. He had to find someone else for her, someone who wouldn't cause as much chaos as the Doctor did. At least with Nerio, Mayar would know Minerva wouldn't be gallivanting through dangerous planets and species. She would be safe, in the palace, with her people.

He just wanted her to be safe.

~ 0 ~

It was dark by the time Isadora and the Doctor returned to Earth. Isadora came in through the front door while the Doctor chose to materialize the TARDIS in Minerva's old room. He knew there were very nosy neighbors around this time who would definitely take a peek at whatever was making those wheezing noises. He couldn't risk materializing the blue box in the backyard nor the street for them to see. When he entered the living room, he found Amy and Isadora chattering near the kitchen which did have a delicious, lingering scent of food.

"Amy, where's my wife?" he looked around for Minerva.

Amy smirked and leaned off the kitchen doorway, "Out there," she nodded back to the kitchen backdoor which had white curtains covering the backyard.

"What's she doing out there?"

"Something," Amy went into the kitchen and picked up some foiled cover plates, "Isadora, help me, no? These are for us."

Isadora happily came and helped the ginger, "Smells delicious," she picked up two plates.

"Yup, Minerva made them - I helped," Amy grinned, "And I am starving so let's go!" she hurried for the living room when the Doctor called for her.

"Well leave some for us!" he frowned, "I'm hungry too!"

Amy glanced back, "Nope. These are ours, Minerva said so. You go on out there and have your own," with that, she left.

"Are you going to tell Minerva anything of what happened today?" Isadora quietly asked the Doctor.

"It's like you said," the Doctor sighed, "There's just some things she doesn't need to know about. But if Mayar insists with this arranged marriage then I'll have to tell her."

Isadora nodded, "Good man," she smiled and went after Amy.

"Not really," the Doctor mumbled to himself before going for the backdoor. He pushed the curtains enough to open the door and step out. As soon as he was out, he heard continuous hops behind, giving him a good idea of what was currently going on. He shut the door and left the curtains covering the place again then turned around to find Minerva hopping up and down trying to reach for apples.

"C'mon!" she groaned in frustration as her hands failed to grasp the red apples.

Chuckling, the Doctor started walking for the tree, taking notice of the nice picnic laid out on the grass in front of the tree, filled with scrumptious looking meals, "What do we have here?"

Minerva stopped jumping and turned her head, surprised to find him there, "You're back…"

"Yes," the Doctor nodded, "and you decided to cook?" he gestured to the food.

Minerva fixed herself and turned to him, sheepishly smiling, "I promised you a fantastic dinner and fantastic dinner you will get. It's all human food, though...I hope you don't mind."

"Are you kidding me?" the Doctor chuckled and stepped forwards, reaching to tug her closer, "My lovely wife cooked and baked just for me, created this lovely little picnic for me, I love it all," he gave her a kiss to show his gratitude.

Slightly dazed from their kiss, Minerva smiled and pointed up, "I wanted to get some apples for us but I'm still just as small."

"Well," the Doctor glanced up to the tree, "I think I can help you there," she giggled as he turned her around and lifted her up as much as he could.

Now with the help Minerva was able to gather up some apples for them, "Thank you, Martian," she said as she was put back down. She turned and showed him the apples, "You want one?"

"What else would we watch the stars with?" he grinned and took the apples from her, setting them on the blanket.

Minerva quickly took her place on the ground beside him and smiled, "What do you want first?"

"I'm torn because that apple pie looks delicious but dessert comes last."

Minerva laughed and shook her head, "You're such a child."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are," Minerva reached for the apple pie and brought it over, "I honestly don't know how you made it without me in the past because you are no where near an adult."

"You're in a good mood," the Doctor remarked with a smile, "So I'll let those comments slide."

Minerva did feel a lot better than before coming to the house. She certainly wanted to share with the Doctor what happened in his absence, "I did something that made me feel good - and it's not the cooking."

"So what was it?" the Doctor asked, watching her cut a slice of pie onto a clean plate.

Minerva lowered the plate, her smile turning sheepish once again, "I, um, I saw Marisol today."

The Doctor froze, his smile vanishing from his face, "M-Marisol? The Marisol? The one that…"

"The one that kissed you, yes," Minerva nodded, "I saw her today. She came to the house looking for my grandmother and...she figured out it was me."

"And I assume she wasted no time in insulting you," the Doctor sighed, "Minerva, you can't believe anything she said-"

"I know," Minerva said, still finding it odd she was finally becoming sure of her place with her husband, "For a second, I...I did believe her. She said awful things to me."

"But you know they're not true," the Doctor reaffirmed, relieved to see her nodding in agreement.

"I confronted her," she told him proudly then laughed, "I iced her car, Martian, forced her to stop."

"You did that?" the Doctor asked, bemused of such a thing. He would have loved to see that on a front row seat.

"Mhm," Minerva nodded, "and I slapped her then told her that, well...I'm a winner, cos I have everything. I have a family, I have a planet to rule, and I have you. She wasn't very happy to hear that."

The Doctor blinked rapidly, "You did all that? Slapped her? Minerva…"

"I know, totally not me but she had it coming," Minerva pouted, "She kissed you and made me think you were playing me. There had to be some type of retribution - even if a it was a little late."

"Oh Minerva, you are definitely not that fragile girl I met on this planet, nor the very first time we met on the Monsoon."

Minerva raised an eyebrow, "And is that good or bad?"

"Well…" the Doctor pretended to think about it as he scooted closer, making Minerva smile, "...you're a lot more sure of yourself, you're definitely not afraid to speak out, you're a lot more flirty. No, I think this is a very good thing," he stroked her hair with a soft smile, "I like that the princess has finally found her place."

"Don't call me princess," she playfully rolled her eyes when he pouted as if he'd been scolded, "You know I don't like that."

"But you are a princess," the Doctor didn't fail to point out, "so there's nothing wrong with me calling you that. You're my princess."

Minerva rolled her eyes, "I may have been born a princess but I was not meant to be someone's princess. It's not...us," she scooted closer, closing the gap between them, "I have to let others call me 'princess' because it's their custom. But when you do it I feel like you're making me superior and I don't like it. You're my husband, not my subject," she reached to turn his head to her, "Can you give me that?"

"What my wife wants, she gets," the Doctor stated his oh-so-famous saying. He leaned down and kissed her for a moment. Afterwards, he studied her face a minute, relishing in its happiness and knowing he would do anything to keep it like that.

Minerva blushed under the intense gaze, "Is there something on my face?"

"Your smile," the Doctor said quietly, his finger tracing over lips, "I haven't seen it all day. I missed it."

"Then how's this for you?" Minerva put on a wide smile for him, chuckling in the process.

"Perfect," the Doctor laughed alongside her, "but maybe not that big."

Minerva shook her head and leaned in to kiss him again, "Let's eat," she said, "Dinner's ready."

"Yes it is," the Doctor agreed and both turned their attention to the food still waiting to be eaten.

For the night they weren't a Time Lord and a Queen-to-be, nor time travelers. They were just a couple enjoying a nice night, under the stars.


Author's Note:

Hey! So I thought it was a good time to get Isadora and Nicolas in this story lol, how was it? I know it was tension filled but it was also fluffy like the ending right? Plus...we finally got to see Marisol get what she deserved! ;)


Reviews:

Mayar will definitely find out but the ending of the Seonel family (not including Veren of course) will all lay with Minerva ;). Yeeah, I felt bad writing that scene but I felt like Minerva would start to think about that after all that happened. I actually haven't written that episode (I'm like 4 chapters away from it lol) but I can tell you they will be incredibly happy! ^.^ Ooooh, the Tabitha mystery still has some time before it resurfaces but good theories! We'll find out about her later on ;)).

Thank you so much! Glad to hear my writing's stayed in shape lol. Mayar will definitely realize his mistake before this story ends, promise!


Soo, before I leave, I want to comment on how Doctor Who keeps teasing us with the new companion details! Aaaah! Capaldi has said that it's someone he's already worked it so I'm here trying to figure it out , But anyways, thanks for reading and hope to hear some thoughts! :)