Twenty year's ago

Spiralling veins covered her back and shoulders. Shimmering like liquid gold in the candlelight as the small girl curled up on the cot. Each breath the child took another one appeared until she was fully linked to this realm. They would continue to grow with the child until she reached her adulthood. They would never disappear, they were now apart of her.

Her son may not approve but she was too old to be placed with a family. Still, she was too young to earn her own way in this new world of hers. Her mother had wished her away in a drunken selfish tirade. Sprouting off how the child was ruining her career to the Goblin Queen. It was in the end, wish her away or send her to boarding school. She had chosen the cheaper alternative of wishing her away. The queen had been disgusted as she took the small dark hair child and brought her back into her own realm.

That is when the dilemma became apparent which lead her to the Chateau Blanc

The dark-haired child was beautiful even as she slept. She seemed to be well taken care of from what she could have gathered at the time of her arrival. She was clutching a china doll in her sleep, a frilly nightgown covered her body. Even as she dressed her in another nightgown they noted there was not a mark on her. She had everything to keep her physically alive. A home, food, toys, a team of well-trained nannies who took her to school and made her dinner.

"You will watch over her?" The woman turned to the other woman.

"Of course your majesty. I will care for her like all my daughters here," she nodded. "She will have all she needs, education in the finest arts. She will always be welcome in all circles."

"I thank you, Belinda," the Queen said softly. "I must make my way back to the palace."

"Of course, you are welcome to visit anytime." Belinda nodded to her friend. They had known each other since girlhood. Even when Viola had married the King of the Goblin's, they had remained in contact. "What is the child's name?" She asked for the first time.

"I believe she is called Sarah," The Queen answered before dissolving away with one last look to the child.

Waking up in a strange place was never easy for a child. The Mistress knew that off hand. She quietly went to one of her maids in training and asked her to watch over the child for when she would awaken. She knew the magic the Labyrinth would help the children adjust.

Her bright green eyes opened as the sunlight filtered through the curtain. Her lashes fluttered as she adjusted to the light. She was in a nightgown that was not her own. She looked around the small room that was painted in shades of white if there was such a thing. But she saw the differences, the shimmers, the pearls, the undertones of blues or reds. Subtle yet her eyes were turned to each subtle difference.

"Welcome to Chateau Blanc, I am Emilia." A young girl told her. She had silver hair tied back in a long braid with long limbs that she had yet to grow into. "I am here to help you this morning. I will help you dress and then we will break our fast." Emilia spoke softly. "You are safe here," she added as Sarah looked at her with a touch fear in her eyes. She was used to new nannies and sitters her mother often employed but this was not her room. She took the offered hand hesitantly and climbed out of the bed.

She helped Sarah into a white robe, belting it around her waist. Brushing the dark hair until she could easily braid it into a similar braid as her own

It wouldn't take long for Sarah to adjust, soon she would be running down the halls to lessons like all the others. Mortals were rare, but she seen some older girls come to the chateau in her years there. She had never seen one so young though. In some ways, it may be easier, better for her.

This would be her life, she had two roads.

An artist, dancer, a performer?

Or she would walk down the road of a courtesan?

Trained in the finest arts while using her body for pleasure. A woman who men were drawn too, women envied for their beauty and hated for their profession. Whatever road the child would grow to walk down she would have the coven to guide her.

Goblin Palace

"She was to pretty of a child to be sent into service Jareth. I am sure she will flourish there." His mother waved him off with a light laugh. She really didn't understand what his issue was with her decision. Men never did it seemed.

"You sent her to live in a brothel mother!" His voice bellowed in disbelief how could a mother send a child there?

"Courtesan houses are not brothels. She will be trained in the arts it will be her own choice if she uses her body in that way. She will be well cared for, she has such a regal look to her. Who knows maybe she will grow up to be someone important." Viola told her son. "Just think of her going to some sort of art school." She waved him off. "She will be adored by her sisters, raised to be independent and interesting. She will know how to talk about politics and worldly matters. How is that a bad life for a woman?"

Viola looked at her son with a raised eyebrow. Daring him to protest against her decision one more time. "Very good," she smiled and patted his cheek. "Now lets us go run through the list of potential brides for you. You aren't getting any younger Jareth." She chuckled as he groaned.

"I can find my own wife mother," he retorted. "All the ones you like just want the crown. I need someone who can challenge me." He told his mother with a far of look.

If he only knew how to find that woman.

The wished away already leaving his mind. What done is done and it was no longer something he needed to worry about. The future is a constant unknown

If he only knew she would become to him.

Twenty years in the Present

"Oh sure, leave like you usually do," he clambered following her off the bed, now angry at her silence. "You know Sarah sometimes I forget the first and only thing about you that's true. You are nothing more than a well-trained whore." He spat out at her.

"At least I fuck honestly!" Sarah bit back at him. "What the whore count now at the castle three? The wife not doing her duty? Living up to your expectations? Is no one fucking on my level of fucking?" She spat out.

Truthfully I have no idea where this is going but I have had this stuck in my head since rereading Memoirs of a Geisha. Apparently, I love writing AU's and just throwing canon right out the window.

I have a few small outlines done but this one will take a bit of work. I am working at the Ballet for the next few weeks and while it is amazing it takes a lot of energy!

I don't have a beta for this yet...nor do I know when they get together. This is me we are talking about, I like to have fun and play with emotions and drag things out. Will it be a love story sure...will it be all gushy and romantic? Who knows.

But this is me...I like dysfunction.

I am just going with the flow and seeing what happens.

Tina