My Knight in Shining Armor

Queen Taylor struts through the castle hallways, heading to the front of her home. She heads toward the church and where the monks are. She makes sure that no one is around, pulling her hood lower on her head. She sneaks into the church and withdraws a small dagger from underneath her cloak. She spies the monk nearest to her, with his back turned. He has light brown hair and looks young and new almost.

Taylor smirks and wraps her arms around him. She clamps one hand over his mouth and the other, she holds the dagger to his throat. “Don’t speak or make any noise. I need to talk to someone.”

He nods, petrified. She drags him into the shadows and then lets him go, keeping the dagger at ready.

“You don’t need to hurt me or anything, my Queen. I’m at your humble service.”

“Okay. I need to revisit my, uh, childhood. Think you can help me out?”

“Certainly,” the teen monk responds, dipping his head to her.

She sheaths the dagger, hiding it under her cloak once more and then follows the young man to a private location in the church.

“So, what do you want to know about your childhood?” the monk inquires, sitting down in a pu and motioning Taylor to do the same.

The Queen does so and sighs. “Well, it’s just this Jonathan guy.”

“Jonathan?”

“Jonathan Toews. He’s a knight. Anyway, when I was a little girl, I loved to gather all the village kids and pretend that I was ruling over them. But then one day this kid, Jonathan, stood up to me and seconded my rule. From that moment on, I wasn’t myself anymore and I hated him...and then he stole the love of my life, Tyler Seguin. So I had to get revenge on him. I kidnapped Tyler. But now Tyler doesn’t wanna be with either of us, it seems. He’s taken to someone else...I don’t know who, but why is nothing going right for me?”

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**FLASHBACK**

Young Taylor steps up onto a platform in the centre of the village square of her hometown. She claps her hands together, looking out at everyone gathered around. There are a good twenty kids, including Jonathan Toews, Tyler Seguin, Jamie Benn, John Tavares, Brad Marchand, and Patrick Kane. They are young and clueless about each other. Brad is standing to the side of the platform with Taylor. They are the only ones to know each other.

Taylor raises her hands up. “Ladies and gentleman, there has been some problems occurring and I’d like to remind everyone of their place--!”

“No! You know what, we’re not going to listen to you this time! At least I’m not. Taylor, I’m sick and tired of your rule and we shouldn’t be forced to - you know - listen to you. It should be a democracy!” A young brunette man stands up and stomps off. “If the rest of you enjoy this, feel free to stay, but I’m out.”

All the kids watch him walk off. A few: Patrick Kane and Tyler Seguin blush and chat together, chuckling. John Tavares elbows Patrick in the arm and flicks his head toward the direction that Jonathan had left in. They eventually stand up and walk off as well.

“Later Taylor, loser ruler!” Patrick teasingly says.

“Yeah, Queen Failure!” John spits.

Brad turns to look at Taylor, who is horrified. She folds her arms and frowns. Jamie begins laughing. And the rest of the kids join in. Brad shakes his head, looking sympathetically at the young woman.

“Taylor--?”

The kids laughter rings in Taylor’s ears. Then suddenly she narrows her eyes and looks at Brad. “Someday, I’ll be Queen, with all the power and when I am, I’ll get revenge on that Jonathan Toews.”

She smirks.

****

Taylor smirks as she retells her “traumatic” tale to the young monk.

“Well, perhaps the reason nothing is going right here, and please don’t execute me or anything, because I’m only telling you the truth here...but the reason is most likely because you were, well, mean.”

“Mean? Me?” Taylor gasps.

“Yeah.”

“Impossible. I was having fun!”

“In the wrong way.”

Taylor shakes her head. “Can’t be. I was nothing but nice and considerate to those pathetic fools.”

The monk sighs. “Well, maybe try coming at Tyler with niceness. Let him out of the castle a little bit and out of his room. If you do that, he’ll come to you…”

“What’s you’re name?”

“Reilly, your majesty. Reilly Smith.”

“Thank you for your help Reilly, I’ll try that with him. If he doesn’t love me though...he gets locked right back up and I’ll run things my way once more. Capiche?”

“That’s fair.”

Taylor stands up and struts out of the church, leaving Reilly along. Reilly remains sitting, unsure about what to do.

Notes

Reilly's in it now!! :) XP Poor Reilly.
So, because Taylor's WAY different and WAY meaner (essentially more like Madelana) than King Richard, I figured her "spiritual quest" should be different. I'm thankful to my friend A Shruinger for helping me out with this idea, because she kick-started my imagination. :)


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