A/N: It took me a while but I have written a sequel. Rygel's POV now. I point out here that I hadn't seen Fractures (which came on last night) when I write chapter one and this chapter has references to that annoying female Rygel (I don't know her name.) Please R/R. Oh and, for now, pretend that Stark didn't leave.
Spoilers: Slight ones for Fractures.
Disclaimers: I don't own Farscape. That belongs to the people/persons that do own it. That is not me. Please do not sue me.
I don't know why they are all upset. It was I who was the biggest casualty. I almost got handed back to the peacekeepers by my one true love. She, a stupid solider and me, a dominar. If she wasn't already dead then I would have had her beaten and killed.
Stupid people.
Who cares about the Scarren or the Nebari.
I am the one people should notice.
The way they went on you'd think that Crichton was something special.
They had two of him for frell's sake.
They only have one of me.
Do they notice me?
No!
Stupid idiots.
I feel uneasy.
I can tell why.
That pathetic half-faced slave is staring at me again.
He keeps doing this now.
I don't like it.
I want to throw him out of the nearest airlock.
Flush him out into space.
I laugh.
If you think about it, it is a funny picture.
My laughter is short lived.
He is still staring at me.
I rise my throne sled and make my way towards the door.
Then he says something I would have given my throne up for him not to say.
He really is Farbot.
He says.
I love you Rygel.
A/N: This was originally going to be a one chapter fic but I think I'll continue it even past this chapter. Please Review. When you do (if you do) review, could you tell me what you think of the pairing D'Argo/Jool. Not for this fic but for a future one. One more note- chapter three will be back in Stark's POV again and should be up sooner than this one.