Hello Ladies and Gentlemen,

New year, New Story. I realised just how awful the format of my other two stories are and before they are continued they are to be rectified as I am appalled and I understand why I was being complained at. I finally have a laptop to work on as opposed to a very out of date tablet that did not support even the simplest of apps such as Word document. I hope you enjoy this story even so, This first chapter is short but the story will not be a fast paced rush (so do not fret).

I'd like to warn people my stories typically explore very mature themes ranging from BDSM to Non-Con to Abuse. These themes are not for everyone and most certainly not for those who are under 18. I am not sure whether any of the already mentioned themes will arise within this story but I cannot promise they wont. You have been warned.

Thank you for your Patience and Support,

NovaNights xx

USUAL DISCLAIMER - I do not own nor profit from the film 'Labyrinth (1986)', the characters belong to Jim Henson and Co. This is written as a fanfiction and out of pure love for the film. Any characters mentioned in this story that are not featured in the film, I have created.

Chapter 1; Guess who's back?

"His Majesty, Jareth the Goblin King, Keeper to the Labyrinth, High Prince of the Underground and Successor of the Southern Realm hereby extends an invitation to his coronation ball unto thee;

'Miss Sarah Elizabeth Williams'

Which shall take place this evening.

Please find within the box delivered alongside this invitation your garment for this evening, alongside a pendant you must wear to ensure your safekeeping.

If you wish to accept please say your right words once fully dressed for the occasion.

Kind Regards,

Kenneth E. Derst, His Majesties Advisor and Captain of the Guard."

Sarah whispered in disbelief… "Really, Jareth? Twelve years and you choose now to bloody show that you are in fact, real?" No longer in disbelief Sarah couldn't help yell exasperated.

Her day had been relatively normal unto now, she had done her usual routine; Got up and had her 7am run, grabbed a coffee at the local café chatting to the pesky barista who had NO understanding of personal space, before coming back to her small one bedroom high rise flat to take a shower and then stare blankly at her laptop, awaiting inspiration to hit her so she could summon up something that resembled a sequel to her first novel "Touched by Magic".

And then that stupid package had to arrive with a shower of glitter and a loud thud on her mahogany coffee table.

At first she had believed it to be her Cat, Lucius doing something mischievous but even she knew what that tell-tale scatter of glitter meant and from where it had come.

"If you're still spying on me you pretentious glittery pervert, then I suggest you fuck off and get ready for your ball! I won't be attending". Sarah was beyond pissed off, 6 years she questioned her sanity before channelling her childish delusions into writing, to find out the fiction she had created was not only true, but also not her past anymore. "Why do you continue to haunt me, Jareth?" she muttered before crinkling the invite into a ball and tossing it aside, leaving the box untouched Sarah stalked back into her bedroom. She was done for today.

- AT THE CASTLE –

"It has been done, your Majesty"

Turning to face his advisor Jareth smiled warmly at his dear friend, "Tonight is the night Kenneth, Tonight I will finally inherit all of the titles I was born into." Turning back to his reflection in the mirror the Goblin King felt triumphant.

"And what if Miss William's does not attend?" Jareth's brow quirked in amusement to such a comment.

"She will attend, Sarah was born with a strong imagination but her life now is not created from that, but from my kingdom. Without the Labyrinth, The Goblin City or even I, she would not have been so successful." Jareth could see in the mirror his advisor was confused, with a sigh he continued his explanation. "Sarah is a published author with a very graphical and mindful insight to everything mystical and powerful, meaning our world. The Knowledge of which she obtained and the beauty in which she inhaled upon her journey she absorbed and wrote a children's fiction novel… Or at least that's what she intended it to be. Her book was highly received by an older audience as well, and I can imagine by now she is running out of things to write to pay her bills and keep her readers sedated. Curiosity will be Sarah's downfall and not only do I expect her to attend tonight but I fully intend to ensure she is never able to leave The Underground again"

Kenneth was shocked, his king had gone to extreme lengths for many things but he had never done so over a woman. "I hope you are right, My King" he could only utter. He did not want Jareth to be disappointed, not just because he cared for him as his King but also he feared the King's temper. Jareth has a fiery rage and was known for his cruelty. When Sarah had bested him, Jareth had taken his aggression out on the Labyrinth, twisting and turning it until it bent to his will and became darker and more sinister. He punished the Labyrinth for allowing Sarah to beat it, for not creating more obstacles and for being weak falling for her charms. What he still hadn't realised as he had succumb to her in the same way, he could have been harsher but he hasn't, he just would never admit it.

"I have an idea to ensure her arrival Kenneth, so don't you worry for my sake. Go and have one of the maids ready my chambers, tell them I shall be entertaining a very important female this evening, but do not tell them who. When they are done, make sure I am made aware. Once done, get yourself ready, tonight is incredibly important." With a nod, Kenneth dismissed himself to follow the King's commands. Under his breath, he prayed whatever Jareth was plotting would not come back on him.

Jareth watched Kenneth leave before he conjured the mirror to show him Sarah. The mirror shimmered as she appeared into frame, laid in bed asleep, was Sarah.

The King smiled, he had intended to try send her thoughts but a dream was all the more tantalising. He watched as she inhaled deeply, her brows furrowed as she entered a deeper sleep, he had to do this now or he might not get the chance. Jareth closed his eyes, concentrating hard on connecting to her mind to seep into her dream and confront her, let her dare try and say no now.