Jareth stood in the throne room in his best silk dancewear. His foot tapped a steady rhythm on the tile floor as he stood, arms crossed, watching three goblins wrestle a chicken down the hall.
A quiet step to his right caused him to turn. Entering with all the grace of a swan, Sarah's ball gown rustled around her in folds and waves.
He smiled and stepped forward, offering her his arm.
"You look stunning my darling," he whispered in her ear as she looped her hand through the crook of his elbow.
She smiled up at him serenely, "why thank you goblin king, now would you care to tell me where exactly this ball will be held?"
His eyes glinted with mischief, "ahh but precious thing, that would ruin the surprise."
With a flick of his wrist a crystal appeared on his fingertips. He let it fall and they both vanished in a shower of glitter.
.o.o.o.
Stead Venture looked down from his seat at the high table. Many of the guests had finished eating and were making their way to the dance floor. The music lilted, providing a gentil ambiente while in the background a servant read off the names of the late-comers. He tuned out the announcements, the other great houses had already arrived and the weaker houses were of little importance.
His attention was drawn, however, when the voice faltered. He looked toward the entryway, flaring tin to see better.
A couple stood just outside the threshold waiting to be announced. Straff's eyes narrowed as he took in their appearances.
He man was tall, taller than most noblemen. He was clad in silky-looking black trousers and a fitted black silk jacket. A ruffled white cloth draped down the center of his chest. But his hair was more shocking than his out of style suit. It was long and wild, spilling up in every direction.
The woman looked more presentable, her long white ball gown was offset by her dark hair in an attractive enough way, although it wasn't quite in the current style.
Straff's upper lip curled in a sneer as he waited to hear which of the lower houses had produced such a couple.
The servant still hesitated, looking at the card in disbelief, then back to the man who had handed it to him. A smirk played across the blond's face and he nodded for the servant to continue.
The servant cleared his throat then announced, "Presenting; Jareth: Goblin King, Lord of castle beyond the goblin city, Master of crystals; and Sarah: Lady of the Goblin City, Champion of the Labyrinth."
Straff blinked in confusion, was this a joke? What were those titles?
The man, this Jareth he presumed, caught his eye and gave a lazy smirk. Straff stiffened, how dare this unknown man be so condescending. He seemed inwardly, but managed to keep his face emotionless.
A low murmur rose as the other noblemen reacted to the newcomers made their way to the dance floor. All were staring at this strange couple, wondering at their titles and the general air of royalty about them.
.o.o.o.
Sarah smiled up at her husband as he led her to the dance floor and turned her to face him.
"Jareth, who are these people? They seem rather confused by our presence."
He smirked back and waved a dismissive hand as the music for the next song started.
"Oh just some noblemen who think they're the highest and the best."
"So you arranged for us to crash their ball simply to confuse them and prove a point?"
His smile never left his face, "That is what I do best with mortals my heart."
She shook her head slightly, but allowed herself to be led to the music by the fey who had captured her heart.
.o.o.o.
So while I was rereading Mistborn after reading some labyrinth fanfics I thought, what if Jareth took Sarah to crash one of the Ventures' balls as like an anniversary present or something. So this little drabble came into existence. Let me know what you think!