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

Chapter 1

The first time it was beheld by Miss Rose Tyler, the eldest child and only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Tyler of Powell estate, it gave quite the opposite effect of what it's intentions were. Where there was a distinct need to blend in and be unnoticed, this was clearly not the result when stumbled upon by the aforementioned young lady.

Said young lady of course was known to be a little more curious than other young women her age; her not being twenty yet. She was highly thought off, well spoken off and certainly agreeable in all good society, as well as in lesser circles. However some found her independence to be of such a nature; fit for young boys and not at all appropriate for eligible females.

It might be due to the fact that she was an only daughter, used to spending a great deal of her time with her only sibling: a young boy named Antony, more than ten years her junior.

So there it was, in the middle of summer; a hot day, on which most people of some affluence did absolutely nothing; Miss Rose Tyler found a blue box.

There were words written on it and even though Miss Tyler understood their designation, the total meaning was utterly lost to her. She therefore read the sign on the front, but was afterwards even more confused. The last sentence was however abundantly clear, and she made for the small handle.

The door was closed.

Afterwards Miss Tyler concluded that her time was a little wasted, since there were so many other places that could have been visited, in the half hour she attempted to open the box in any way she could think off.

The blond curls that had made their way out of the white linen bonnet, were involuntarily sticking against her forehead by the time she reached the estate. Calling upon a maid for assistance, she decided to wash herself thoroughly, before entering the parlour downstairs; where her mother and father undoubtedly sat, since it was by far the coolest room in the house. In doing so however, she missed the stranger that had visited them quite unexpectedly.

On entering the parlour, gratefully refreshed, Miss Tyler found herself in a somewhat excited assembly. Her mother: Mrs. Tyler, stood up at the sight of her and began her report with the words: "On my honour, Rose, you have just missed the most remarkable and strange man that has ever set foot in this house. So handsome one has ever seen; undoubtedly partial to a large fortune, for he was all charm and confidence and such good manners too. His attire was somewhat vague, he might be from abroad, but it displeases me that you were out during his visit here. He might have taken a fancy to you my dear, I dare say."

Here Mr. Tyler stepped up and said: "We know nothing substantial of the man, my dear. He had the manners of good breeding, but nothing to say that pointed in any direction of him being well off. I very much doubt he is a gentleman in the usual sense of the word, he seemed to be a bit of a wanderer. Also he introduced himself in a rather peculiar fashion; he merely announced himself by being the Doctor."

It was not for another four days that the Tylers had the chance to see the oft bespoken gentleman again. The occasion however gave Miss Tyler great hopes of becoming acquainted with the man, since it was at a ball they were to attend. In the house of her best friend: Miss Martha Jones. She was a girl of great beauty, and in many a view: made for a match way above her station. Her sweet disposition and intellect assured her, not only of the friendship of Miss Tyler, but also of the attentions of many a suitor. Which up until now, she had all declined. Much to the vexation of her mother, whose petitions grew by the day; veining the fear of her daughter becoming an old maid.

There had been ample occasion for the young ladies of both estates, to discuss the peculiarities of the gentleman calling himself the Doctor. Neither one of the families had heard anyone mention his name anywhere. Nobody knew where he resided; or even came from, for that matter. He had called upon all the great houses in the county, but had left no card, and therefore no one was able to pay their respects in return.