A new Jareth x Sarah fanfiction. Please enjoy.
Labyrinth (c) The Jim Henson Company
Chapter 1: The Loss of the Queen
The queen was dead and so too with her any hope for the future. The king lay on his bed, broken. She had been the love of his life, the only one he had given certain powers to. They were meant to have been together forever, which may have not felt long at all, for time would fly with their happiness.
Jareth was unable to stop the tears, mourning for his queen. She had been everything to him, his very reason for living. And she, oh she had loved him and had found joy in his labyrinth. Unlike the others, she had understood him. With her he had been happy and she with him.
She should still be alive by his side and carrying within her womb their child. He could remember her hoping that the babe would have fair hair like him. A son or a daughter, he cared not which. All that matter was that it was to have been their child, their sweet and beautiful child. But it was not to be. Not now.
The goblin king felt in his heart a great pit of sadness that would never turn to happiness ever again. But lingering to was anger. So much anger. They had done this. They had killed his queen. And with that action, the humans in the Aboveground had also sealed off any alliance with the Underground. Never again would Jareth allow for the secrets and knowledge of his world to be known. He had been warned by the high council of the kingdoms before this mess that the two worlds were to remain separate, that humans were a vile race that could not be trusted.
He sat up, managing to wipe away his tears on a white linen sleeve. On the bedside table was a red leather book, the pages empty. His queen had given it to him before her premature demise for she knew of his love of storytelling and singing. He could write his own stories and music down, she had proposed to him. Jareth reached for the book and held it close, taking in the fresh scent of leather.
True love never truly dies. It comes back, no matter what. Even if takes a long time, years to do so. Surely the love he and his queen felt would return. His queen would come back to him. He knew.
He opened the book, turning to the first blank page and began to sketch in his mind before putting ink to paper the story, the map that would return his love to him.
