A/N: an image I got in my head. I do not own labyrinth.
She stood by the tree, the windswept tree at the edge of the labyrinth. Her hair was blowing over her face. Her dress was regal.
Jareth stood down the hill in pedestrian clothing.
"All you have to do is find me in your very own labyrinth. Find me at the heart of your kingdom. Do that and you shall have me as your grateful queen forever. I shall give you power over me and belong to you totally. My body, my heart, my soul, my mind everything you require I shall give gladly without reserve.
"Succeed in this and I swear upon all the powers that be you shall never regret your decision to come to me."