Valencia

Tyler Seguin races through the castle halls in Valencia. His one goal is to escape and find Jonathan once more. He has too. He scampers down the stairs and heads for the vast yard to the side of the castle.

As soon as he steps out of the place, the alarms go off. Yelling and screaming comes from the castle. Tyler darts across the yard, where he’d played a little hockey earlier. He heads toward the wall on the far side of the territory. He continues to glance behind him, to make sure that he is not followed.

He reaches the wall on the far side and looks at it, scaling the height. “Now, how do I get out of here?” He jumps up and attempts to see if he can reach the top of the wall, but fails. He glances around him and then spots a small hole a little ways down. He hesitates, but then creeps over to it and manages to slip through the hole and out.

“Yes! Jonny, I’m coming baby!”

Tyler takes off away from the palace, but skids to a halt, as a horse drawn carriage pulls up on the road and blocks his path. The doors burst open and two guards jump out. They are the two that have been assigned to watch him. They grab his arms and drag him to the carriage.

“NO!!” Tyler screams, fighting the grips on him.

But he is shoved into the carriage and pinned down, across from a furious-looking Brad Marchand.

“Nice try Tyler, but Taylor’s not an idiot and neither am I!”

Tyler grunts and spits at Brad. “Bastard!”

“Do you want me to tie you up?”

“No.”

“Then settle down and don’t fight with me. You have fame and fortune and that is what you’ve chosen,” Brad states.

“But my heart lies elsewhere.”

“Yes, yes, you love Jonathan. Give it a rest will ya? Learn to love Taylor.”

“The crazy obsessed woman who’s kidnapped me twice now?” Tyler growls, as he pulls his arms free from the grips on him.

Brad leans forward and grabs Tyler’s chin. “Just remember, you’re not free here. If things don’t work out, your ass is in the dungeon...and, well...that’s my department sweetheart.” The lead guard lets his other hand touch Tyler naughtily on the thigh.

Tyler jerks his head to the side and tears it free from Brad’s hold. “Fine, lock me up. Like I care...I’ll never truly love a woman. Especially one who kidnapped me. Twice.”

“Maybe you just need some laughter, some humor, I know this guy who might be able to help out with that…” Brad growls, as the carriage jerks to a halt. He gets up and pushes the doors open. The two guards grip Tyler’s arms and force him out of the tiny space.

“No, I NEED to be away from this wretched place!” Tyler snaps. He yanks himself free from the holds again and storms forward and stomps on Brad’s foot.

Tyler begins dashing off again, but Brad catches him and tackles him to the ground. He brings his fist down on Tyler’s head and knocks him out.

“Hate to resort to violence, but you’re not escaping here,” Brad grumbles, as he gets off of Tyler and picks him up. “Zenon and Kulikov, tie him up and return him to his room. I’m going to go talk to Queen Taylor and find out what she wants to do with him.”

The two guards dart over and take Tyler from Brad. They proceed to bind his arms behind him with rope and then drag him into the palace.

From one of the windows, Jamie Benn, the Jester (and narrator), looks on. He feels sympathy for the young man, unconscious and tied up in the holds of the two guards. He turns from the window and leans against the wall in the hallway of the palace. He grips his “jester staff” in his hand and takes a deep breath. He launches into song once more:

“The poor King Tyler, he fails to escape
As his future begins to take a horrible shape
Thanks to Queen Taylor and her wicked henchmen.
He has been tied up and
Only Jonathan can save him.

But where is Jonathan?

Perhaps it is time, for this jester
To take over and become an investor
Of the royal king...and make him ‘feel’ better.”

Jamie spins back to the window, to see Brad storm into the palace, heading for Taylor’s quarters. “Poor King Tyler,” he whispers to himself.

“JESTER!! JAMIE!!” a voice shouts.

Jamie spins to see Brad storming down the hall toward him. “Brad?”

“Yeah, you might be needed.”

“For what?”

“A joke or two...or more. Just don’t wander too far.”

“Got it, Brad.”

Brad brushes past him and storms into Queen Taylor’s room. “Queen Taylor, we’ve got a problem!”

Taylor turns to him, spinning in her chair at her dresser. She has been applying bright red lipstick to her lips. “I’ll say, Brad, my beloved king keeps fighting me and wishing to escape to be with Jonathan.” She says the name ‘Jonathan’ with distaste, almost like eating sour food. “I have been nothing but generous to him, and still he wants to be with that Knight!”

“What do you suggest my Queen?” Brad asks, taking a bow in respect.

Taylor gets to her feet and struts forward. “Time to show him my not-so-nice side. Maybe if I punish him, he’ll behave.” She flirts with Brad a little bit.

“And if that doesn't work?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Perhaps I can suggest we try humor to cheer him up?” Brad bravely inquires.

“The Jester?”

“Yeah, send Jamie in to tell a few jokes and maybe it will cheer him up and make him more willing and then if that doesn’t work, throw him in the dungeon and sentence him to death.”

“I can agree to that.”

“So what do you have in mind for the punishment?”

“How about we play a little dress up with him? Eh?”

“Dress up? Put him in a dress?”

“Sure. Why not? He’s been acting like such a spoiled princess lately, so let’s make him one!” Taylor shrugs.

“Or maybe we can knock him down some pegs by dressing him up as a peasant woman?” Brad snickers at the idea, while Taylor nods and snatches up one of her handmaiden’s dresses, a pink raggedy one. She snatches her lipstick and tiara up as well. Then they whisk out of the room together and head to Tyler’s chambers, cackling.

Inside, the two guards have left Tyler on the bed, with his arms still tied behind his back. Taylor comes up to him and begins to remove the rope bondage and also his royal kingly clothes. Brad closes the door and locks it, so they are trapped in the chambers. He then remains at the door, blocking the only escape, in case Tyler awakens.

But Tyler remains out cold. Taylor eventually gets the dress on Tyler, which seems to fit the man rather nicely. Then she somehow manages to drag Tyler to a chair and sits him in it. She ties his wrists together behind him once more and then wraps a sash around Tyler and the chair, so he can’t get up.

Brad finally moves and drags a long mirror over and sets it in front of Tyler, so he can see himself when he awakens. Taylor applies her tiara on Tyler’s hair, making sure to get it set in place, managing to get it stuck in Tyler’s wavy brown hair locks. Then she pulls out some lipstick and applies it to Tyler’s lips.

When she finishes applying the stuff, Tyler blinks awake, moaning. Taylor scurries to the side and stands with Brad to the side, snickering. Tyler slowly lifts his head up and looks at the mirror.

He suddenly springs wide awake. “Oh, hell!!” He pulls at the ropes binding him to the chair and then looks to the side, at the snickering couple. “Get this dress the hell off of me! Brad Marchand, I swear!”

“Tyler, baby, you can’t keep dreaming or wishing for Jonathan. You are my king and my husband! And I’m sorry, but you’ve pushed me to be mean to you like this,” Taylor states, coming forward to him.

“What the hell kind of punishment is this? Normally I just get spanked or deprived of food...not dressed up like a chick...at least not a peasant woman!! Get it off!”

“This is how I punish bad men...or little boys, who misbehave. Maybe I’ll do it to Jonathan too, when he arrives here.”

“No!”

“It would kill you to see your brave handsome knight in a pretty dress, looking so weak and girly!” Taylor sneered.

“Screw you! Jonathan won’t let you! Jonathan will defeat you!”

“Maybe. Maybe. Or he’ll come to my trap.”

“No!”

Taylor runs her hand over Tyler’s cheek and leans down to kiss his forehead. “You’re powerless to me, sweetie, so you shouldn’t fight.”

“Get all of this the hell off of me and let me go!” Tyler screams, struggling in the ropes around him.

Taylor shakes her head. “Not a chance, Tyler. You upset me and you tried to escape. You must be punished like this.” She walked around him and drapes her arms around Tyler’s stiff shoulders.

“Does it make you feel empowering to degrade me and men like this? That’s the real reason you punish me like this...isn’t it, cause you need to feel like you have all the power! Right?” Tyler snaps back, working the ropes around his wrists desperately.

Taylor cups a hand over his mouth, careful not to touch the lipstick. “You want to keep mouthing off to me?”

Tyler shakes his head. He glares at Brad though. The lead guard is highly amused by this and glowering. Taylor removes her hand and slides it down the collar of the dress. Tyler frowns, as she begins to fondle him underneath the dress.

“Really?” Tyler questions.

“Hey, I’m the one in charge here, right? You want me to tack on calling you ‘princess’ or maybe ‘maid’?” Taylor snarls.

“The hell you will!” Tyler barks back.

“Then let me punish you and shut up, otherwise I will make things much worse.”

Tyler rolls his eyes, but Taylor goes through with her punishment, which makes Tyler extremely uncomfortable and even more anti-Taylor. Then Brad and Taylor both work together to return Tyler back to his king clothes. They leave the lipstick and tiara on him and shove him onto the bed. Then they race out of the room, locking it behind them.

Tyler scrambles off the bed and runs to the door, finding it locked. He bangs and kicks at it. “You can’t keep me in here!!”

He finally gives up and returns to his bed, throwing himself on it.

Notes

This is the only scene with a feminine Tyler and it is because it is supposed to show how cruel Queen Taylor is and also her punishment methods.
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