My Knight in Shining Armor

Brad storms down the hall and into the main room, where Taylor is sitting in her chair barking an order at Sidney Crosby, her handsmaiden. The guard stomps up to her and thrusts Sidney to the side.

“Brad, I was just--” Taylor began to complain.

“Taylor, there’s a huge problem!” Brad snarls.

“What is it? Where’s the Jester, Jamie?”

“Tyler.”

“What of my dear husband?” Taylor asks, folding her arms over her chest.

“He’s in love with the Jester. I caught them together.”

Taylor’s eyes fly open at once and she leaps to her feet. She signals to Sidney to shut the doors and leave her alone with Brad. The young man nods and does as told. He slips out of the grand room with Evgeni and a few other servants and guards.

“I KNEW IT! I knew there was something going on between them! I could feel something wasn’t right. So, what’s going on with them? Where are they now?” Taylor frowns as she begins to pace before the thrones.

“They were definitely making out and I locked them in Tyler’s room. You can go see for yourself. They’re madly in love with one another.”

“Brad, you are loyal guard to me, but you’ve got the brain of a dog. You’re dumb. They’ll be expecting me to come and see them now and, if you are right, they won’t be doing anything. No, I’ll catch them randomly, when they aren’t expecting it. And if you are right - most likely you are - that Jester will go straight to the dungeons to rot with Jonathan and his posse.”

Brad dips his head. “You’re right m’lady.”

“Good, good. Now, why don’t you go down and check on Jonny Boy. I’d do it myself, but I need to prepare for the handsome backstabber that is my husband.”

“Of course.”

“And while you’re at it, maybe clean the blood off your face. Seems Jamie did a number on you.”

“Yes Queen Taylor, I shall.” Brad dips his head again and walks out of the room, heading toward the dungeons.

Taylor sits back down in her chair. She rolls her eyes and sighs. “SIDNEY!” she calls out in a commanding tone.

Sidney opens the giant doors and peers in. “You called, Taylor?”

“Come here Sidney.”

Sidney slips in and scurries up to the queen. Taylor smiles sweetly at him and motions for him to sit in Tyler’s chair, beside her. He sits down. She spins to him and looks at him with curiosity and frustration.

“Sidney, why won’t Tyler love me?”

“Do you want the real answer or fake?” Sidney stammers.

“Real.”

“Well, you kidnapped him and then you pretty much destroyed his manhood...and, I did overhear Brad, uh, you did drive Jamie to him…” Sidney breaks up, gulping nervously.

“Thank you Sidney. You’re right. If only I hadn’t sent the Jester to cheer him up.” She turns from him and shakes her head.

“You were only trying to repay him for all the agony you caused him, nothing wrong with that.”

Taylor nods. “Yeah.” She looks back at Sidney. “I appreciate your brute honesty with me. I’d like to do something for you.”

“Like...what?”

“What do you want it to be? It can be anything...no questions asked.”

Sidney screws his face up in thought. “I’d like to hang out with Geno more.”

“The chief?! Alright, it is done. EVGENI!” Taylor calls out, clapping her hands together.

Evgeni pokes his head out from behind one of the pillars to the side of the main room. “Yes, Queen Taylor?”

“You’re going to hang out with Sidney.”

“But what of the food?” Evgeni questions.

“I’ll get someone else to do it.”

“Alright, uh, thank you.”

Taylor smiles at him. “Go ahead and have fun for the day. Luckily I have numerous servants around, so two of them taking the day off isn’t so horrible.”

Sidney jumps to his feet. “Thank you Queen Taylor, your majesty. I’m grateful for this.”

“As am I!” Evgeni exclaims.

“No problem, you help me out, I reward you. Now run along with Evgeni.”

Sidney darts over to Evgeni and they vanish from Taylor’s sight. Taylor leans back in her chair as Brad returns to her.

“Bradley,” Taylor greets, instantly leaning forward once more. “How are my prisoners?”

“Well, Jonathan and Patrick appear to have made up and were nuzzling one another...and that little Russian squire wouldn’t shut his mouth. So, their taking things well…”

Taylor shakes her head. “That’s no good. Luckily I’m in a torturous mood, so let me go break their happiness. I want that Jonathan Toews to suffer!”

“Can I shut the Russian up?” Brad asks.

“Eh, we’ll see...I actually have no feud with him...but he is a friend of Jonathan’s...so...let’s see how mouthy he is.”

Brad grins and dips his head. Taylor stand up, flicks her dress to the side and walks toward the doors of the room. She walks out of the room and down the hall with Brad at her side. They head down the hall and to the dungeons where Jonathan, Patrick and Val are. She whisks into the room and spots Jonathan reaching through the bars, putting his hand on Patrick’s heart. Patrick is shirtless. They both startle at the appearance of the queen.

“Queen Taylor!?” Patrick gasps.

“Save it blondie! Brad,” she signals to her loyal guard. “Please remove Jonathan and chain him up. I don’t want there to be ANY way that Patrick can see him.”

Brad unlocks Jonathan’s door, but the brave knight fights back. He throws a punch at Brad and then kicks at him. But Brad blocks the entrance and exit and manages to dodge Jonathan’s efforts. Val jumps up to aid his friend, jumping onto Brad. But he is flung to the side.

The Russian slams into the bars and crumples on the ground. Brad then seizes Jonathan’s arm and drags him from the cell. Taylor quickly locks it, so Val can’t escape. Brad drags a furious Jonathan toward the farthest cell and vanishes inside. The others can hear the sound of chains rattling as Jonathan is chained up in the new dungeon. His flustered grunts echo around the room but soon Brad walks out and slams the door shut, locking it.

“You can’t keep me chained in here forever!” Jonathan screams. He pulls at the chains clamped around his wrists and ankles.

Brad returns to Taylor. He looks at Val who is comforting a shaken-looking Patrick. “Your majesty…?”

“He did attack you…”

“Отвали. Оставь меня в покое! Не смей прикасаться ко мне или Патрик! (Piss off. Leave me alone! Don't you dare touch me or Patrick!)” Val snaps.

“Go ahead and shut him up, Brad!” Taylor orders.

Brad unlocks the door and enters the cage. Val receives a sympathetic look from Patrick, who back away from the bars.

“Suddenly Valencia’s prince is very scared…” Taylor laughs. “Where’s your fire, cutie?”

Patrick gulps as Brad punches Val in the face, sending him stumbling backward. He crashes into the rocky wall and hits his head. The sickening noise comes, followed by the poor squire slumping to the ground. He groans but Brad kicks him in the stomach and then lands two more blows to his face, bloodying his nose.

Val screams but feels that he cannot move. He goes limp as Brad brings his knee hard into Val’s beat up face and knocks him completely unconscious. Brad brushes himself off and walks back out of the cell, slamming the door and locking it once more.

Patrick stands horrified, his hands cupped over his mouth. He watches the guard worriedly. Brad cracks his bloodied knuckles and flashes Patrick a sinister smirk. He takes a threatening step toward the scared blond, who flinches. He snickers and relaxes, eyeing Patrick.

“That’s enough, Brad. You’ve made a point. Maybe now the Russian can learn not to speak out...I know he cussed us, can’t have that. Just like I can’t have you and Jonny sucking face, dear Prince Patrick. One more thing before I go, Brad give Patrick a little farewell from me.” Taylor winks at Brad, who enters Patrick’s adjacent cell.

Patrick shakes his head and backs against the bars. Brad grabs his wrist and wraps his arm around the blond prince. Patrick doesn’t fight, knowing that there would be consequences if he did. Instead he lets Brad probe his mouth with his tongue and grope at his ass. Instinctively, Patrick stomps his foot down on Brad’s foot, causing the man to draw back. Then Patrick is flung to the side carelessly. He trips on his feet and falls to the straw-covered ground. Brad locks the door as Patrick snaps his head up.

Taylor pats Brad on the shoulder. “Goodbye my darlings, you may be getting some friends soon…” She and Brad walk off, exiting the dungeons. Patrick crawls over to the bars at the back of his cage and reaches out, finding he can just touch Val.

The poor Russian is in a heap on the ground, unmoving and not breathing. Patrick shakingly manages to lift Val’s head up to see the damage done. He gasps with horror as he see how bruised, bloody and awful the poor guy looks.

Patrick coughs and spits on the ground. “Those assholes won’t get away with this. We’ll escape. Jonathan--” He snaps his head up to look toward where Jonathan’s new cell was. It was so far. “JONATHAN!!”

“Patrick, it’s okay,” a somber reply comes. “It’ll all be okay, look after my Val and care for him.”

“I can’t stand being this far away from you!” Patrick wails.

“Nor I from you, but just deal with this for now. Please, look after Val.” The voice that came from Jonathan, the once noble and brave knight of the kingdom, was a new one. He wasn’t known to sound so...desperate...so hopeless…

Patrick brushes the squire’s hair and softly cries to himself, unable to hold back the tears anymore. How are they going to get out of this? And who are the new friends coming to join them?


Taylor turns to Brad as soon as they burst back into the main hallway. “I love it when my enemies suffer! Right Brad?”

“Uh, yeah...what about Tyler?” Brad cocks his head at her.

She spins to him. “Oh right!! I guess it has been long enough...let’s go pop in on the Jester on my stubborn husband!” Taylor heads down the hallway in the opposite direction of the main room with Brad once again at her heels. They both arrive to Tyler’s room. Brad waits outside, while Taylor silently unlocks the door and then shoves it open and slips in at once. She instantly gasps in shock.

Tyler and Jamie are dressed fully now. They are sharing a long, passionate kiss with one another. At the sudden arrival and entrance of the Queen, Tyler moves to block Jamie, a fiery passion in his eyes and the kind of expression that reads, “If you’ve come for Jamie, I’ll kill you.” But suddenly Jamie grabs Tyler and presses his lips back against the young king’s. Taylor gasps. Tyler instinctively and uncontrollably can’t fight the love and he gives in.

Taylor watches them both making out. Then she grabs Tyler’s hockey stick, which is leaning against the wall to the side of the door and she slams the handle end down on the ground twice as she shouts, “Tyler Seguin!!”

But Tyler responds by wrapping his arms around Jamie. They both hold each other around the waist and then Jamie cups Tyler’s ass. Taylor slams the stick down again with a thunderous clang that would annoy a downstairs neighbor.

Finally Tyler and Jamie pull apart.

“What was that for, Jamie? Now she knows!” Tyler shouts.

“It was just in case. One. Final. Kiss. Farewell.”

“Jamie, no! She won’t take you. I’m not letting my happy ending go this time!”

“TYLER SEGUIN!!” Taylor roars. “BRAD!”

Brad bolts into the room, whipping out rope and gleaming darkly. Tyler grabs Jamie in a hug and holds him tightly like a little kid with their favorite stuffed animal. Brad turns to Taylor. The queen is fuming with rage. She tosses the hockey stick to the side and storms up to Tyler.

Tyler swallows his fear. He faces Taylor, tightening his hold on Jamie. “You are SO not taking him! I’ve learned some fighting skills from Jamie, Taylor. You see Jamie hasn’t just been telling me jokes or--”

“--Getting in your slutty pants!” Brad spits.

“--but he’s been teaching me how to fight and how to stand up for myself! I beat up Brad!”

Brad rolls his eyes.

“Oh really? You’re a strong little bastard now? Brad, get Jamie, tie him up and put him in the dungeons with our guests! I’ve had enough of the Jester screwing Tyler!”

Brad nods, smirking. He steps toward Tyler and Jamie. But Tyler kicks Brad in the leg. He lets go of Jamie and lands a few punches to Brad’s head, before he spins to Taylor, punching her in the stomach. Taylor doubles over in shock.

“If you want Jamie Benn, you’re gonna have to go through me!” Tyler snarls, raising his fists up at ready and standing before Jamie. “Otherwise, you can let us go and we’ll NEVER see each other again!”

Taylor laughs, pushing herself back up. Brad joins her. Taylor snaps at Brad, who cracks his neck and runs at Tyler. Tyler stands his ground and kicks out at Brad but this time Brad isn’t left in shock. He fights with Tyler before overpowering him and sending him slamming into the wall. He binds Tyler’s wrists together and then gives him an extra shove into the wall.

Tyler grunts in frustration. Jamie jumps Brad. Tyler works the ropes desperately as Brad moves to Jamie and attacks him. Jamie fights Brad though and manages to get him in a headlock. Tyler relaxes a little bit. But then he spots Taylor, who was known to stay out of things, snatch up a vase and she forcefully brings it across Jamie’s head.

“JAMIE!!” He watches as Jamie goes limp and crashes to the ground. Tyler gasps. Brad spins around and withdraws more rope. He binds Jamie’s wrists together tightly and then yanks him up to his feet.

Tyler breaks his strong-act finally. “Jamie, no, please, please…” Tyler begs.

Taylor drops the remaining part of the vase and storms up to Tyler. She shoves him back against the wall. “Tyler, Tyler, my sweet...I once fell hard for you...but you’ve actually managed to destroy that love believe it or not. And I may not be able to make you love me, but I can break you and your heart.”

“What are you going to do? Don’t--Don’t kill Jamie. Please don’t kill Jamie.”

Taylor runs her fingers through Tyler’s hair. “I’m not going to kill him...yet. No, I got to get him warmed up a little first.”

“Taylor--I’m begging you, just let us go, we’ll--we’ll never cross paths with you. I don’t care what you do to Jonathan, but spare Jamie and I!”

“Aw, you had such promise, Tyler. And you showed some fire, that was sexy...but I can’t love you. Maybe I’ll come across another young man who captures my heart...pity to ruin such a gorgeous face though…” Taylor’s nails trail down Tyler’s cheeks. She fakes a pouty face but then instantly smirks.

“What-what are you going to do?” Tyler asks.

Taylor seizes his arm and spins to Brad. “Take them both to the dungeon, separate them there and make them suffer.”

Brad nods, silently. He grabs Tyler from Taylor and drags Jamie’s limp body with him. Tyler fights Brad’s grip.

“Taylor! I thought you loved me!” Tyler screams.

“I did. But you’re a backstabbing manwhore! And I’m sick of your reluctance and your games! Goodbye Tyler Seguin!” Taylor snaps, snatching up Tyler’s tiara and roughly placing it on his head, digging it into his hair. Brad then drags them both down the hallway and back toward the dungeons.

Tyler’s frustrating damsel screams echo back toward Taylor, who folds her arms. She looks down at the shattered vase. “Guess I can get Sidney or someone to clean that up. Luckily it was nothing truly special. All this drama and villainy is making me rather tired.” She whisks out of Tyler’s empty room and struts to her chambers.


Meanwhile, Brad shoves Jamie into a cell two away from Patrick Kane’s. Then he shoves the bound Tyler into the one beside Val’s. Val is still unconscious with Patrick cowering in the corner with him. He gulps and tenses up at Brad’s arrival. Brad ignores him though and locks the two newcomers into their cells and then exits once more.

“BRAD MARCHAND YOU GOON, I’M TYLER FRICKING SEGUIN!! LET ME OUT OF THIS DIRTY, DISGUSTING -- AH! -- RAT-FILLED TRAP!! EW! GROSS!!” Tyler shouts.

Patrick looks across Val’s cell and spots the young king pinned against the bars. His tiara is slipping on his head but it manages to remain in place. His wrists are bound behind him and he looks super scared. “Tyler,” the blond begins. “Tyler… uh… Seguin…?”

Tyler stops panicking and looks at Patrick. “Who are you?”

“I’m Patrick Kane.”

Notes

I didn't like writing that Brad beating up everyone part. This is the DARKEST chapter of this story. Promise.
Tyler Seguin. :P