"What? Propose an election?" He crooked an eyebrow upwards as he spun around to look at her, "It would never work. They're stuck in tradition, that won't come around for another few hundreds of years."

He sets the glass down and without much warning, rests his hands upon her arms as he looked down at her. Funny enough, this was the first time he notices the height difference between them. "We'll have to lead them into battle, I'm afraid. From there, we'll have to fake our deaths to not disturb the timeline. Well, slip out of sight and spread the rumors."

It was a terrible way of thinking and the Doctor didn't like it. Sadly there wasn't anything he could do. "I'm sorry, River. I'm so sorry." He knew she had made friends and that wasn't to say he hadn't either.