She always spoke of how unfair things were when they didn't go her way, but that was nothing compared to this. Why should she allow my subjects to dance about her room no matter what they did to her, while I was outcasted and loathed beyond reason?
I could see a pair of Fieries among the party. One bobbed about atop a shelf full of fantasy stories, while another bounded around her room in the high spirits befitting for their kind. I distinctly remember watching helplessly through my crystal as they taunted her about removing her beautiful head and several limbs to let her join their game. A monster I believe she had called Ludo was there, such unsuitable company for a girl like her, as well as an obnoxious bridgekeeper with a severe battle complex whose name escaped me. Sir Diddlebop, or Dirtymoose, or something. There were several of my own guards, who she believed tried to kill her when she arrived in the Goblin City. Though they had been ordered on pain of death to miss her entirely and she hadn't been in any real danger, she had no way of knowing that.
What hurt me the most, however, was watching her dance hand in hand with a repulsive little scab known as Hoggle. He had betrayed her countless times, and yet she found it in her heart to forgive him.
What had I done to deserve to be outcasted this way? All I had done was what she expected of me. She had wished to be the heroine of her own fairytale and rescue her precious brother from an evil Goblin King. Unfortunately, as King of the Underground, it fell to me to act the part of the wicked villain rather than the handsome Prince Charming I so longed to be for her. I had done all she had asked, from taking the boy in the first place to keeping her on her toes when she thought my Labyrinth was, and I quote, "a piece of cake." Granted, throwing a snake at her and sending the cleaners after her may well have been a bit much, but I was only doing what she wanted. Besides, was my masquerade ball vision not enough to show her that I truly meant no harm?
I watched her little party until I thought my heart would cave in from the agony she was causing me. Even then, I spared one last glance at her ecstatic expression as she bounced around with her so-called "friends," at the silky dark hair flying around her lovely face… in short, at the girl I so wished would have allowed herself to be called Goblin Queen. When the pain became positively unbearable, I spread my pale tawny wings and flew away, back to my lonely lair in the Underground.
She could have had powers beyond imagination. She could have lived the magical fantasy she so longed for. She could have been royalty, yet she chose to live in this mundane realm with a screaming baby who made her life a living hell. It simply wasn't fair.
A/N: What do you think? You like? I know Jareth's a liiiitle out-of-character, but bear with me, it's my first ever Labyrinth fic .;;; Comment please, but keep in mind that flamers will be thrown into the Bog of Eternal Stench!