This is the sequel to Insecurity. I hope you like it, leave me a review and let me know what you think.
As always, I do not own the Labyrinth, Jareth, or Sarah. Any others that weren't in the movie are creations of my imagination.
The queen sat at her thrown staring at the chaos erupting around her. Goblins everywhere were throwing things at one another, kicking a variety of chickens, ducks, and geese. She stared at one of the many statues she had had erected over the years since she had taken the throne. She missed him now more than ever. The life they would have shared filtering its way through her mind now, as it did her dreams.
The Council had long since left her alone, no longer being human made her undesireable to Isian as Jareth had known it would. Leaving the Goblin City be had become the practice, seeing as the new queen was just as powerful as the king had been, but her creativity at using those magicks was far more terrifying. Her punishments were far worse to those that crossed her than just a dip in the bog.
The Goblin City flourished under her care. Her subjects were priority, the wished aways treated well, and the runner's given every chance to defeat her. The Escher room was off limits to those runners, the final face-off between Queen and runner was now held in the throne room. No longer was that room to be used for any reason.
When she had first returned she had tried the first few runner's final confrontation using that room. When she wound up a crying mess at the last runner's feet she had decided she could no longer be strong enough to perform her duties while in it. She couldn't completely deny the room her presence however, it called to her, so she went. She would go at times there were no runner's, no responsibilites, noone and nothing to see her break.
As the years passed she spent less time there, but her heart would never mend the gaping hole his death had left. Her spirit was lifted no higher, but no longer was she dragged into the pit of despair that threatened to engulf her. Her heart that had not yet yearned for another, would never be able to find another like him, so she stayed as she was. Lonely, but never alone.
She meandered aimlessly through the castle, its inhabitants passed out from a long night of debauchery . She wandered taking this turn and that thoughtful of her destination. It had been far too long, the Escher room called her. It had been requesting her presence for sometime, while she continued to ignore it, but its call had grown louder, more persistant. It expected her. Now.