My Knight in Shining Armor

Jonathan is led down the hall and then forced into some room and roughly sat down in a chair. The bag is removed from his head. He finds himself sitting in front of a table. There is food on it, including fruits and meats and vegetables and the like. He is shocked and a little bewildered. Where is he? What is going on?

“Hello darling,” a sweet, sultry and familiar voice speaks to him.

“Tyler Seguin?” he questions, turning in the chair to look at the voice. He brightens up spotting him.

Tyler is smiling and he comes forward. He is dressed like a pampered prince or king. But there is something off about him. Something in his eyes. “There’s rabbit and some other stuff that is your favorite.”

“You saved me?” Jonathan questions.

“Oh, I’ve done a lot more than that,” Tyler replies. He reaches toward the table and picks up a knife. He gingerly moves and snips the ropes from around Jonathan’s wrists. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Jonathan watches him, cautiously as he smiles and rounds the table and then sits down across from him at the other end.

“Uh…” Jonathan says, at a loss for words.

“Did you miss me, Jonny?” Tyler asks, smiling sweetly.

“Tyler, I have travelled a thousand miles to see you,” Jonathan states.

Tyler looks to the side, blushing a little bit.

“I fought bandits and pirates and I stared death in the face at least a dozen times and I did all that to be with the man who chose a fierce and cruel woman over my unconditional love.”

Tyler looks at him awkwardly now. He glances past him, to Jamie, who is standing looking around the room. “So….?”

“You crossed my mind, yes.” Jonathan picks up his cup and takes a sip of the wine.

“Then why didn’t you act happy to see me?” Tyler protests, looking unhappy and saddened.

Jonathan puts the cup back on the table in its spot and leans back in the chair. “To be honest, I don’t know how to feel. Patrick told me you wanted me to rescue you. Did you even know I was coming?”

“Well I found out earlier today and as soon as I did, I made a plan for us to be together.” Tyler leans over the table, batting his eyelashes at the knight.

Jonathan sighs. “Yeah, well I had a plan as well. we were going to live in a cottage by the sea, we were going to make love, plot a garden, have children. I was going to sing songs about your beauty...your rugged handsomeness...”

“Oh, Jonny…” Tyler sighs, looking longingly at him. “That sounds awful. Look around, I live in a castle and you know what I’ve learned about myself, I really like stuff...and jokes.” He winks to Jamie but Jonathan doesn’t catch it.

Jonathan is taken aback by Tyler’s honest response to him. “What?”

“I mean, why would I give all this up to grow my own food and all…” Tyler continues to explain with a fake smile. His sweet boyish charm has faded to a facade. No wonder he is different to Jonathan. He has changed.

Jonathan looks down at his feet. He isn’t so sure about his love for Tyler anymore. He just doesn’t feel the same as he once did, but he can’t stop trying to get him back it is just his stubbornity. “So you didn’t want me to come?”

Tyler raises an eyebrow at him.

“I should never have trusted Patrick Kane,” Jonathan mutters to himself, shaking his head. “How could someone so small, tell such a big lie?”

“Well none of that matters now, I have been conjuring a plan that will allow me to remain as King and be completely happy.” He looks at Jamie again and again Jonathan misses it. “And you will be well taken care of as my...special companion.”

“Your boy toy, you mean?” Jonathan clarifies, unamused. “Is that how you see me?” He leans forward toward Tyler keeping a stern expression. “Hmm? As some well-groomed, ruggedly handsome, oddly delicate plaything...?”

“Yeah,” Tyler responds as if it isn’t a big deal.

“Tyler, I’ve got something to say, and I’ve come a really...really long way to say it.”

“Oh no…” Tyler leans back in his chair and rolls his eyes. He looks for an escape and then finally gives up.

“I want you, I need you
You cut me, and I bleed you
You’re like some kind of sonnet
All I want to do is read you
And I love you.”

“I know.”

“I mean I love you.”

“Yes, thanks.”

“I said I love you.” Jonathan gets up from his chair and leans over the table closer to Tyler.

“You did.”

“And now don’t you
Want to tell me something too?”

Tyler slaps the table and slowly gets out of his seat. He starts to lean toward Jonathan, who appears ready for a kiss. But he turns away from the knight at the last moment and leaps from the chair and grinds against the table, with his back to Jonathan.

“I love you
As much as someone like me
Can love anyone.”

“Huh??” Jonathan questions as Tyler spins around and grabs him, forcing him back into the chair.

“I mean I love how
We make people stare
We’re quite the stunning pair.”

Tyler slides his hands on Jonathan’s chest, which the monk costume cloak is long gone from by now. He is back in his knight outfit.

“In other words,
You love me?”

“As much as someone like me
Can love anyone.”

“Okay.” Jonathan gets up from the chair just in time to catch Tyler’s leg as he spins to him.

What follows is an imbedded tango type dance routine.

“I mean I love how when we hit the hay
It’s more than just okay.”

“Right.”

“I’d absolutely say
More like middling to fair.”

“Yeah. Wait, what?”

“Dance with me
Can’t you see how freakin’ gorgeous we look?
Can’t you feel the frantic beat of our hearts?
As out various parts
Rub with such delicious friction.”

Tyler uses Jonathan’s body like a stripper pole, as he works his hips and drops down to the ground and then back up into the knight’s arms.

“So that’s all you really--”

“Dance with me
Why not finish what’s already begun?”

“So what you’re saying is you love me?”

“I love you.”

“Really love me?”

“I love you.”

“And always loved me?”

“As much much as someone like me
Can love anyone.”

Jonathan spins Tyler into his arms and then grabs his arms, holding him up as he hangs over the ground.

“Does that clear things up for you?” Tyler asks.

“No, and when did you learn how to dance?” Jonathan questions, still holding Tyler by the arms.

“No?” Tyler gasps as he finally flung back up into Jonathan’s arms and then instantly released.

“Yeah, that’s right, you heard me, ‘no’. Where is the Tyler Seguin I fell in love with long ago? Since you’ve been kidnapped by that Queen, she’s made you into...a bitch!”

Tyler puts his hands on his hips. “Well, fine then. The dance moves I learned from Jamie Benn here. He’s the Jester.” Jamie steps forward and Tyler puts an arm around his shoulder, nonchalantly.

Jonathan folds his arms over his chest. “So this is my substitute? This is why you--”

“I’m sorry Jonny, but Jamie knows how to craft a joke and he can dance like one of those professionals!” Tyler explains. “And I love him!” He puts his arms around the Jester and squeezes him, chuckling like a little boy.

“Alright, you might as well have just left me to rot in the prison with Patrick Kane, instead of tearing my heart up even more, you bitch.”

Tyler gasps.

“Just have the guards tie me up and take me back to the dungeon or to my execution! Either one, cause I’d rather be dead right now.”

Tyler lets go of Jamie and struts up to Jonathan, looking him in the ice, with his harsher brown ones. “I’m sorry it had to be this way, but in a way, you were just too late...maybe you can find someone else or go out with your squire?”

“Who? Val?”

“Yeah, the Russian.”

“You’re a messed up bitch, Tyler Seguin, good luck with the Jester.” And with that, his wrists are once again bound before him and then he is dragged out of the room and down to the dungeons.

Notes

lol This was one of my favorite scenes from the Galavant show, but I changed it up a little bit and the ending of this chapter is obviously different, but the song is the same.
I'm sorry but envisioning Tyler Seguin doing dance moves like this is a hilarious image. :P


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