Hello everyone! By request of a few people, I've decided to write a sequel to my original fanfic Sarah, the Goblin King, and the Regina Bestiarum. Unlike the last one, this one is still in the works. Posts will be less often, but I hope you'll bear with me.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Labyrinth or anything featured in the movie. Other characters not in the movie are the products of my own imagination.

~Sarah, Queen of Goblins~

Sarah awoke to find Jareth sound asleep with a protective arm around her body. His body was warm against hers as he continued to lightly snore in his slumber. She busied herself studying his long fingers and the slightly claw-like nails attached to them. She had never seen his hands until their wedding night nearly a year ago, being that they were a reminder of the curse his adoptive mother had set on him. And, let her just say, she was glad he did.

The whole idea of the gloves coming off was a metaphor for the vulnerability he showed that night as they consummated their union. He promised her his heart, and he was her slave. She could have broken his heart, little did she know. Before that fateful night, he had shown himself to be self-righteous and vain. With the gloves coming off, he rid himself of his outer cynicism and allowed himself to be vulnerable for her. He would do that which she asked with no questions asked.

The sun began to make its way in rays through the cracked between the curtains of their shared chamber. As the ray made its way into Jareth's face, he began to stir. Sarah rolled to face him and saw that his mismatched eyes were open, taking in the sight of her naked body. He gave a sweet smile and pressed his lips softly to hers. Pulling back, he propped himself up on one elbow and caressed her smiling face.

She couldn't resist, and grabbed his hair to pull him in for a ferocious kiss. He grabbed hold of her and pulled her closer. He broke the kiss to get up, but she refused to let go. "You are my slave, Jareth. Out there, you're king. In here, I am your ruler. Now, stay put." He gave her a wicked smile and snapped his fingers, disappearing from her clutches and appearing kneeling next to their shared bed.

"I would love to, precious, but I can't. Believe me, my love; I would rather stay here until the stars fall from the heavens."

"So stay! I do believe you would have more fun here," she said, and felt heat spread across her cheeks.

"I know I would have more fun here, but I must go. You must accompany me, as well."

"At least let me bathe, my king," she said as she rose from the bed. His eyes devoured her bared body as she made her way slowly to the bathroom. He followed her like a puppy, but resisted at the last second, dressing himself in protest of her intentions.

Seeing that he no longer followed, she made a noise of frustration. He's not leaving until noon tomorrow, she thought.

After a quick, lonely bath, she made her way out of the bathroom to see Jareth holding a lovely forest-green dress. He helped her dress, trying to hurry her up. As he cinched the bodice on her dress, his cool fingers brushed against her skin, garnering a gasp at his touch.

Still behind her, he reached around and pulled her back into his warm chest, proceeding to kiss and lightly nip her neck. He stopped and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, it takes all my energy not to rip this dress off of you right now."

She smiled as he continued to run his lips across her shoulders. It seemed like only a few seconds before he stopped and stepped around to face her. He gave her his signature smirk and kissed her chastely on the lips. "We're visiting your mother, right?" she asked.

"Yes, of course, precious. The trolls have finally screwed up enough that she's removing their king, Cassius. You'll also get to meet King Armand of the Centaurs with his bride, Celeste, among others. Your brother will stay here and practice keeping some semblance of order."

With a nod she held his gloved hand and he threw a crystal ball at their feet, transporting them to the capital city of the Underground, Leora.

~Armina, Great Queen of Beasts~

Armina woke with her head on Rūbrind's bare chest. His hand lightly brushing back her golden-blond hair from her face, he looked down to smile, a bright twinkle in his ice-blue eyes. She pulled out of his embrace to climb out of bed, thinking about what she should wear. As she stood, she snapped her fingers, changing her long nightdress into her usual blouse and vest combination.

Rūbrind smiled and rolled out of the massive bed, his long silk pajama pants making him slip as he stood up. With an embarrassed smile spreading across his face, he snapped his fingers, covering him in a black, silver-trimmed overcoat with a white dress shirt. Black leather boots reached his knees where silver buckles fastened them to his calves.

Having recovered from his near face-plant, he strode over and kissed his wife on the forehead. He flashed his dazzlingly white smile and they departed to the council chamber, where the kings and queen s of the provinces met in the central palace.