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Chapter 11

Stop The World I Wanna Get Off

A day after Tk's coronation, she learned life was going to be difficult, very difficult.

"My lady, where ever are you going?" a somewhat shocked and panicked woman who, for a fea, looked to be in her fifties asked, as Tk got up abruptly and made to leave the room.

"To the bathroom, Prudence." Tk replied, the woman gave her a questioning look. "That's the general place one goes when they have to pee."

"My lady, it's very un-lady like to speak of such- -What I mean is to speak so openly about such– bodily functions is most -distasteful." Prudence said, the blush on the older woman' face intensified and she rose to follow.

"I don't need an escort to go to the bathroom, Prudence." Tk said curtly, then left.

'Why can't people just leave me the hell alone?' Tk thought as she stalked down the long hallway. 'Because you're high queen now you dunce, and high royalty aren't allowed to do anything for themselves. Can't serve myself at meals, can't carry anything for myself, hell I can't even shift around in my seat when I read without someone asking if I'm uncomfortable or if I would like something. How could they stand it? How could mama stand it! She hated having things done for her!' Tk slowed a bit.

"I hate them. I hate them!" Tk muttered. "Why? Why did you do this to me? How could you do this to me? Why did you leave me like that? Why! I hate you! Both of you!" Tk cried forming a crystal and chucking it at the wall watching as it exploded into a mess of shards, many of the shards embedding themselves into her arms and hands, but she didn't she just slid down the wall to the floor and hugged her knees to her chest. "I hate my life." Tk muttered to herself.

"You really don't believe that now, do you?" a voice, a young male's voice to be more precise, asked softly.

"Yeah I do." Tk murmured.

"What would make you think such a thing?" the young man asked. "Looks like you scuffed yourself up a bit, let me get you patched up."

"Think about it, my parents were killed, I had all this pushed onto me, I can't go anywhere or do anything without someone breathing down my neck, I'm in a palace I haven't been in since the day I was born, and I'm alone in a place where I don't know anyone, why couldn't my brother have been given this instead of me?" Tk explained as the young man finished bandaging her arms and hands.

"There, good as new, my name's Argo. I'm an attendant to the guards of the palace." he said offering her his hand to help her up.

"Tk." Tk replied taking the offered hand and getting up. "So you're a squire."

"Well, no, I'm the armor-boy, I work in the armory most of the time, repairing and sharpening blades and stuff and -

"And he's supposed to be bringing me my sword!" a man who, for a fea, looked to be in his fifties said in annoyance.

"L-Lord Vigo, I was coming to deliver your sword to you sir, but her arms were scratched up and I-

"I don't want to hear any of your excuses Argo, we'll discuss your punishment in private." Lord Vigo said sternly as Prudence came bustling around the corner.

"There you are! Oh heavens, look at you." Prudence said fretting over Tk's bandaged hands.

"I'm fine Prudence." Tk sighed.

"Be that as it may, I'm going to have a look at you before you retire for the evening" Prudence said.

"Oh Prudence they're just cuts and scrapes I'm sure she's fine." Lord Vigo said.

"Don't you 'oh Prudence' me! -

"I'm going to bed, and no I don't need or want help dressing, if anyone wants me, take a number and wait in line!" Tk said in frustration as she stormed off to her room.

Argo paced the floor of his room.

"There's got to be something I can do to help her feel better, or at least feel more at home? Oh I wish I could talk to her brother right now." Argo groaned in despair.

"You called us young man?" a voice with a british accent asked as four men appeared in the small room.

"What? I only wanted to talk to Tk's brother what are you doing here?" Argon asked looking at the four people in his room.

"Well you didn't specify which brother you wanted to speak with. In wishing to speak to her brother, the magic didn't know if you wanted her first eldest brother, second eldest brother, third eldest brother, or her brother -in- law." Jareth finished.

"Well, I'd like to talk to her oldest brother." Argon stammered.

"Well you won't be needing us so we'll go on our merry way then." Rio said as he Trenton and Jamie disappeared.

"I didn't know you were Tk's brother King Jareth. She's real sad sir, I was coming down the hall bringing Lord Vigo's sword to him, and I heard yelling." Argon explained.

"What did you hear?" Jareth asked leaning forward from the old chair he sat down in.

"She was saying stuff like 'I hate them.'and'Why did you leave me like that.' and then I heard glass breaking. I saw her make a crystal then smash it against the wall and I saw some of the crystal cut her and I heard her say she hates her life. She's real sad and them maids ain't really helping things either she hates them. Maybe if she had some people she knew here with her it might make her feel better, maybe even some of her own things from her old room." Argon suggested.

"I think that's just the thing to cheer her up." Jareth said grinning.

AN: Name Pronunciation

Vigo vee-goh