Dodgers sat beside Queen Tyr'ahnee, they were nattering about trivial matters and Dodgers kept chortling at nothing in particular. Tyr'ahnee placed a tender hand upon his arm and laid a soft gaze upon his smug undeserving face. It made me sick to my core. And angry. Very angry indeed.
It had been a few short months since our almost-wedding, nearly a year, and still I could not bring myself to forgive, or forget, my ex-fiancée; my Queen Tyr'ahnee. And I certainly could not forgive her dolt of a lover and my arch-enemy, Dodgers. Oh, I carried out her every wish, of course, I catered to her every whim, but it no longer pleased me and I now felt as lifeless as the robots I commanded. I forced myself to run on auto-pilot, not trusting myself to positive emotions lest they betray me to those negative. To all the aching, the anguish, and the surging furious jealousy that came in sudden waves. It came so very powerfully, raging at my skin, and begging for release. I wanted justice, I wanted vengeance, and I wanted it swathed in bloody gory violence. I often flew through the palace corridors to the combat training rooms, tight as a compressed coil. I'd leave, some gruelling hours later, completely spent of my energies; exhausted. It wasn't until recently that I realised how exhausted I truly was.
As I openly stared at their oblivious behaviour and obvious displays of affection, I realised that my Queen was likely to never come 'round. Even if Dodgers left her now, she would still harbour hidden feelings, secret hopes and guarded intentions. And all the while I would see them with my paranoid eyes-even if they were not truly there to see. I could not guard her from the hurt that he could inflict. And with Dodgers came the treaty of peace and the protection of The Protectorate. I sighed heavily and accepted it; I had exhausted my purpose to my Beloved Queen.
'My Queen,' I cleared my throat. Neither looked at me. I coughed in an obnoxiously loud manner and spoke quickly. 'If you have no need of me, My Queen, I will leave you to your business and see to my own?' I had half-hoped she may suddenly remember a task she had meant to set me or, even better, an important matter she had wished to discuss with me, as she had always done before. But I had scarcely finished speaking before she waved me away.
'Yes, yes, X2,' she agreed abruptly, 'I shall call you if I have need, thank you.'
She turned back to Dodgers and began animatedly chatting once more. I sighed again and trudged wearily away. It would not have been so bad if I had not been required to attend upon her every day-if there had been a war, a colony to be conquered or a planet destroyed. I could not even have amused myself pursuing The Protectorate anymore. They were miserable times indeed.
It then dawned upon me once more how useless my station was. There was a treaty of peace. No war. No conquering. No Protectorate-hunting. Thus, what business would I attend to? The corridor suddenly seemed ever so long and the red of the walls dizzyingly bright. My feet instinctively led me to my chambers, a vast room befitting of a Martian Commander and Queen's Advisor. Tonight, admittedly not for the first time, it felt less grand and more cavernous; less impressive and more vacant. An elongated sigh, my last for the day, turned to a yawn and with a heavy head I pushed all threatening thoughts aside. I dropped onto the cold silk sheets of my all-too-spacious bed and screwed my eyes shut against it all.
