My Knight in Shining Armor

Jonathan Toews sits down at a table in a public area. He is finishing up drinking from a keg. He leans back, just as the blond Prince from Valencia stomps over to him and takes a seat across from him.

“Jonathan, please, I’m begging you to listen and help me out!” the man states.

Jonathan makes to get to his feet, but Patrick is faster than him. He grabs his wrists and forces him to stay sitting in place. The brunette knight looks at him and sighs, “Look, Patrick, I’m not interested...I’m out of shape. I mean what good could I do?”

“You’re Jonathan Toews, the kingdom’s greatest knight and…my parents used to tell stories about you--”

“Val, fetch me a drink, please,” Jonathan orders.

“See, when he tell me to fetch, those my favorite moments!” Val exclaims, smiling at Patrick, before he frowns and gives Jonathan an unhappy glare, but does his duty.

“Thanks for the drink.”

“Drinks.”

“Well, still, thanks again.”

“You know my father used to tell me stories of you, your skill in battle, your heroism, your goodness, your--talent and love for the sport of hockey! What happened to you? I mean, eh...oh, come on, I’ve come a long way, surely I deserve some kind of backstory.”

Jonathan sighs and then chuckles, “Alright. My parents were people of massive, massive appetites, they loved everything, their food, their drinks, but most of all they loved each other. Ironically though, they also hated each other and they fought, violently everyday...didn’t have time for much else in fact. So at the age of eight I swore off love, devoted myself to doing something better with my life than wasting it on love, so I played hockey. While men my age were out chasing girls, I was bettering myself, having fun, but I come from a family of lovers - you can’t fight genetics. So what inevitably happened when I fell,”

“You fell hard.”

“I fell hard.”

“And her?”

“Eh, HE fell softer, as it turns out.”

“He?”

“Yeah, turns out, my love was a little different...but...still, I fell hard for the man of my dreams. Look I’d love to help, really I would, but I’m sort of out of the whole “damsel in distress” business at the moment. Damsel being male in this case. So...”

“I listened from below as he ordered my parents to their death and after coming all this way, your advise is for me to just turn a blind eye and watch Queen Taylor destroy my kingdom and everyone I’ve ever loved?...What?”

Jonathan is looking at him funny, studying him almost like he is going to crack another joke or say something sarcastic. He leans toward Patrick, before saying, “Did you just say Queen Taylor?”

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FLASHBACK

“No!” Patrick screams from his hiding place in the cellar of the castle.

“Ah! Come here!”

“No, let me go--Ah!” He is grabbed immediately and lifted from the floor by some of Queen Taylor’s guards and shoved to the middle of his parents, where they stand before the queen.

“Patrick!” his father cries, hugging him.

“Father!” Patrick cries in his arms.

“Huh, maybe this is what we’re looking for?” Brad exclaims, as he finds the bag with the priceless golden hockey puck in it. He tosses it to the Queen who empties the bag’s contents into his hand.

“Ooh, so sparkly. Thank you little boy!”

“Little boy!” Patrick growls, fighting the grip of his parent, who hold him back from racing forward at the Queen. “I’m no little boy, I’m Prince Patrick Kane!”

“I don’t care if he’s ‘looking into it’, Jonathan would do something about it!” Tyler’s scream echoes toward them.

“I swear if I have to hear the name Jonathan one more time...I wish there was some way I could…” the curly brunette woman struts forward, annoyed and his eyes soon lock onto the scared blue one’s on Patrick’s. “Hmmm, he’s a pretty young thing, isn’t he Bradley?” He reaches out and touches Patrick’s blond curls with his hand.

Patrick eyes him with hatred and disgust.

“You love your parents don’t you my dear?”

“Leave my parents be,” Patrick growls, stepping forward. “Leave them be or so help me, I will kill you myself!” He is restrained by his parents.

Queen Taylor is amused by his spunkiness. “Ooh, and spunky!” She touches Patrick’s chin. The blond instantly jerks his away and turns it to the side.

The Queen turns on her heels and struts back up to her throne and sits down once more. “If we can’t beat Jonathan on his turf, then we’ll bring him to our own. If you want your parents to live, you’ll travel to find Jonathan, tell him that I, Queen Taylor have invaded your kingdom. Offer to pay him with the hockey puck, when that doesn’t work, I want you to tell him this...I feel like you should be writing this down.”

“I will remember it!” Patrick insists.

“Really? I’d be more comfortable if you wrote it down.”

“I will remember it!”

“Like a steel trap,” his father proclaims.

“Had a fine memory, this one did,” his mother adds on.

“Fine, you tell him that: ‘Queen Taylor is a cruel and vicious woman. Two weeks I hid in that cellar, she and her King slept right above me.’ And you tell him that every night, you would listen while she screamed at his King, and each night I’d be left alone, only with the sobs of that poor man. Every night he would cry out, ‘I’ve made the wrong choice, I’m so sorry Jonny! I’m so sorry.’ He must have left some dog or servant back home, never knew what he meant.”

Jonathan looks at the blond, softly. His eyes twinkled at the thought and memory of Tyler. ‘I’m so sorry Jonny,’ he hears Tyler say in his ear. ‘I love you Jonny.’ “I’m so sorry Jonny, he was saying I’m so sorry Jonny. We leave tomorrow at sunrise!” He stands up from the table at once. “Pack lightly, there’s a long journey ahead.”

He walks out of the cottage place, with Val close behind him, grinning enthusiastically. Patrick hurries after them, but skids to a halt, flashing a worried look. Only he knows the truth and that he is not completely genuine with Jonathan. He is leading the poor guy straight for a trap...of Queen Taylor’s wickedness.

Jonathan hops onto his black horse, which is there. Val climbs onto his smaller white pony and Patrick gets onto a third horse. They ride off, beginning the journey. They stop to camp for the night and then they wake up the next day.

Jonathan is fixing up his horse, as he assumes command of the quest the trio are going on. He fixes the saddle, as he launches into song once more.

“I’m off on a hero’s journey!
Out where adventure lies
On a quest the poets will sing about,” Jonathan sings.

He finishes getting the horse ready, while the others pack up the camp. He takes time to fix himself in a mirror and gets sort of lost in the moment. Val comes over and looks impatiently at him.

“With destiny at your shoulder,” Patrick sings, stepping up behind Val, who is standing waiting for Jonathan to stop looking at his reflection in a mirror.

“And an ego of massive size,” Val sings, looking at Patrick, who chuckles and places a hand on the squire’s shoulder.

"And a face most chicks have a thing about,” Jonathan winks at his reflection in the mirror, before they walk off to a more private patch of land, where the brunette-haired knight gets into an abandoned tub.

“And so what if you’re still hung-over?” Patrick sings as he holds the towel, turned the other way, for some reason.

“Right.”

“So what if you smell like slop?” Val sings, tasked with doing the cleaning of Jonathan, who is completely naked.

“Yeah.”

“So what if you’ve got that pesky little muffin top?” Patrick sings with a tease.

“Right, no!” Jonathan gasps. “Patrick!”

“I’m just kidding, it’s cute. Hurry up, Jonny! We need to keep moving.”

They finish up with the bathing and get back to the horses. Patrick and Val get on their steeds with ease, while Jonathan struggles, being out of shape.

“You’re off on a hero’s journey,” Val and Patrick sing.

“A champion through and through,” Jonathan exclaims, as he struggles to get onto his horse.

“More or less, doing what other heroes do,” Val and Patrick sing and laugh.

“And I ride to save my one true love!” Jonathan sings, as they continue on, on the horses, following a path through the woods, they have entered. The woods lie between Taylor’s castle and Jonathan’s village, so they must pass through them.

“Though he ripped your heart in two,” Val sings.

“Not true,” Jonathan bites back.

“Pretty true,” Patrick adds.

“Very true,” Val says.

“To destroy the queen he was forced to wed,” Jonathan proclaims, holding his head high.

“More like chose to wed,” Patrick sings.

The knight looks at the blond. “Not true.”

The Prince of Valencia nods with a shrug. “Kinda true.”

“Gotta say, sorta true,” Val sings, adding on his opinion.

“And I ride to help the prince,
Who I’ve taken neath my wing,” Jonathan continues to sing, as they reach the end of the forest. They carry on, with the castle to their rear side. But they have to enter down some ways.

Patrick gets carried away, as he sings out. “If he finds out I’m working for the queen…”

“Wait, what was that?” Jonathan asks.

“What? Nothing! Never mind!”

“Did you just say?”

“Not a thing.”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure you just sai--”

They continue on, launching back into the song and dropping the topic, as Patrick is very stubborn with it anyway. “You’re…off on a hero’s journey.”

“And this my hero’s vow,
I’ll return,” Jonathan proclaims, raising his head up proudly.

“Rising victorious!” Val exclaims.

“And how?
No really. I mean, how?” Patrick sings.

They all get off of their horses and grip the reins in their hands, trudging up the hill for another breather.

Jonathan sings, “Nothing’s gonna stop my journey...
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!”

“Off on a hero’s journey!
Off on a hero’s journey!
Off on a hero’s journey!
Off on a hero’s journey!
Off on a hero’s journey!
Off on a hero’s journey!” Patrick and Val chant in the background of the Jonathan’s ‘now’, sharing looks and smiles with each other.

Jonathan deeply inhales. “Oh, holy crap, I’m out of shape. Oh, my tummy hurts. That was a long song.”

“Are you okay?” Patrick asks, darting forward. He places a hand on the knight’s shoulder. The knight recovers and glances up at the blond and flashes him a smile. Then he straightens back up, saying, “I’m fine, thanks.”

Notes

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Haha, okay, this had to be one of my favorite Galavant songs and then I also liked "No One But You" (Madalena's Song) and then "Maybe You're Not the Worst Thing Ever" - those three!!!! :)
Okay, so are you all ready for this? There's a massive curveball coming up next!! Things start to get different than Galavant now! ;)


Next up: Medieval "Hockey" :)