A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back with a new delicious installment of my Labyrinth story What You Don't Know Won't Hurt You. If you have not read it, that is okay. I don't believe this story will rely too much on the pre-quel; however, it had many good reviews and I urge you to start with that one. There will be a few minor details that will allude to the previous story. And if you aren't aware of the Sareth relationship, that story will clear a few questions up. Please read and review! I love reading your comments and messages! It brightens my day!

As always: I own nothing except this titillating plot! ;)

Sarah's gown glimmered moss green under the lights of castle's newly installed auditorium stage. Jareth had agreed to a few small changes in the way he ran Goblin City, but Sarah had a few more things she was trying to goad him into doing. This, celebrating Christmas in Goblin City, was one of them. She watched as goblin families gathered and sat in the theatre seats.

"Hello, everyone!" Sarah exclaimed. "It is so nice to see you all. I do hope that the changes around Goblin City have been for the better, and that you all are benefiting from the new Food For All Act. You all deserve to fill your bellies and your children's bellies, too. The Goblin King and I have been talking about the few celebratory events you all have here Underground, and I was appalled at how few there were. So, I've talked him into agreeing to allow me to share an Aboveground holiday with you all. It is called Christmas. Christmas, Aboveground, celebrates the coming of a baby who was said to have saved many people. There were these three kings who brought the baby gifts. So, in Goblin City, the King has agreed that each household will receive two gifts. There is no cost, they are freely given to you all, out of the goodness of my and his heart." With that said, the goblins cheered. "This holiday is also one where you all can give each other gifts. Though it isn't necessary, it is nice. It will show your appreciation for one another."

Sarah was about to take a seat when she remembered decorations. "Oh! And also, we will be decorating Goblin City with silver and gold tinsel. Popcorn strings, which are NOT to be eaten until after the holiday…Ludo." She laughed at his confusion and then his blushing face.

"Oh, alwight Sawah!" Ludo's voice boomed from the back of the auditorium. All the goblins laughed.

"And we will be putting up a Christmas tree in the gathering hall of the castle. Tomorrow night, any goblin family who would like to come and help decorate it is welcome to show up. We will provide frog-lasagna and moss-lasagna for dinner. Please come and celebrate this wondrous time of giving and celebration!" Sarah waited until the clapping ended before she took her seat.

A swish notified her that Jareth had swooped behind her and graced his way to the center of the stage. His black silk cape flowed down to the floor, reminding her of delicious things he had used it for not even two hours before. She knew he had chosen to wear it for that reason. Her Sir was an intentional man, and there was no such thing as a coincidence when it came to him.

"Thank you so much, my Queen, for bringing this wonderful holiday to Goblin City. While we celebrate this Christmas, I am instating a curfew for all goblin families. No goblin is to walk the streets after six in the evening. This means that if you have a job after six, you are excused from it. The Queen feared for your safety, and reminded me that this holiday is for generosity. I am generous enough to allow all jobs to end early. Your pay will not be affected. But as soon as the holiday ends, everything will return to normal. Is that understood, goblins?"

No goblin responded, just a crowd of nodding heads affirmed their understanding.

"Good. You are all dismissed. Happy Christmas!" Jareth's false enthusiasm struck Sarah the wrong way.

She sighed audibly, and saw Jareth's shoulders stiffen. He heard it. She knew she would be in trouble later, but that didn't stop her from standing beside him and wishing a sincere "Merry Christmas!" to the goblins. She wished her King respected them even as much as she did. But he still felt as though they were scum, and that made her so angry she could just yell at him and punch him for hours.

When the goblins had vacated the auditorium, Jareth spun toward her and grabbed her neck none too gently. "Stop it. Stop acting out like a child, Sarah. Stop undermining me. I said nothing about the food, gifts, or tree. You have yet to understand just how entitled you are now as Goblin Queen. They need to fear you, not think you are their buddy. If that's what you want to be, I can easily have you sent to work in the kitchen. No more of this nonsense. Next time you make false promises, I will treat you like the child you are becoming. Head to the chamber. I will be there presently.

Her head bowed to his words and she made her way down to the chamber sluggishly. She hated when he treated her like a child. It wasn't fair. All she wanted to do was let the goblins know they were cared for. That they were not being forgotten. That they were valued in this new goblin society. It reminded her of her college days when she worked in group projects. She had been the smartest in all her groups, and yet everyone claimed that they had done all the work. It irritated her to no end. She put in the effort, she should be rewarded. But no, the professor only assumed the entire group participated equally. So, Sarah did not want the goblins to feel as she had. Otherwise, there was sure to be another revolt like the one Tilly, the house goblin, had commenced. That was just terrible. Poor Tilly. Sarah understood why the house goblin did it, but it was not a good enough excuse. So, Tilly was exiled to the oubliettes.

Her hand reached out for the handle of the chamber door. This room held pleasures and pains that Sarah had gotten well acquainted with. Sometimes, she willfully disobeyed Jareth to get a rise out of him; and other times, Jareth wanted to take her to new heights. Enjoy her body and show her how walking that fine line of pain can lead to immense pleasure.

This time she knew there would be no pleasure.