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Hey guys! I just wanted to tell those of you that like Armina should see more of her in this fic. Enjoy!

~Sarah ~

Jareth had brought them into the massive marble council room. They were reasonably early and few had arrived for the day's trial. Of course, the Great Queen herself, Armina, was sitting at the head of the room with King Rūbrind, chatting with King Armand and Queen Celeste.

Armand was the King of the Centaurs, but wasn't nearly as old as one would think. Jareth had told her that he was about twenty-two in centaur years, which would translate to about the same in human years. Celeste was about the same, as far as she knew, and they had recently been married.

Armand heard them come in and waved them over with a broad smile. Armina walked from behind the stone desk at the front of the room to wrap her son in a mother's embrace. "My son, these are trying times. It's a shame we couldn't meet here under happier circumstances."

"I would agree, mother," he said as she released him. He gestured to Armand, "Precious Sarah, this is Armand and Celeste, King and Queen of the Centaur Province."

Armand took Sarah's hand, leaning very far, he kissed her knuckles lightly, "Tis a pleasure to finally meet the one that Jareth spoke so much of."

Celeste came up and gave a bow, saying, "I'm so glad to meet you both. It was a shame that you couldn't attend our wedding."

"I know; I really wanted to come, but things weren't good for a good while," said Sarah, getting and understanding nod from Armand.

Jareth took Sarah's hand and gave a quick smile, " We're going to sit down now. It's been a pleasure, Armand. I look forward to speaking with both of you more in the future." The two centaurs bowed and Jareth and Sarah made their escape to the Goblin Kingdom's section in the hall.

Before they sat, Sarah felt a wave of vertigo and nausea hit her. She collapsed in her chair when the room stopped spinning.

"Precious, are you alright? You almost fell," his voice was tense and concern filled his mismatched eyes.

The nausea faded and she replied, "I just felt a little dizzy. I think I'm just exhausted; I haven't been sleeping much, you know." He gave her a devilish smile that quickly faded and he pressed a gloved hand to her forehead.

"Well, you don't have a fever, that's good," he removed his hand returned his attention to those entering.

They sat quietly and watched the Princepes Minores, minor leaders, come in and find their seats. These were all of the chieftains and kings of their races. Among them were the Dwarf King Elias, the Fae Prince Sebastian, and another hulking form in chains.

The room suddenly went silent as the chained beast was led in. Jareth leaned over and felt Sarah shiver at his hot breath when he whispered, "That's King Cassius. He rules the trolls."

Just then, a timid voice spoke from behind the both of them, "My Queen Sarah, you may leave now with the rest of the wives. Your summit is held in a different room."

Sarah turned to see a young elvish woman in a low courtesy. She turned her gaze back to Jareth and said, "Can't I stay here? I wanted to stay with you."

His face was one of confusion, but he whispered discreetly in her ear, "It is custom that the wives leave for their own meeting. It's not my custom, and you could stay, but you may get bored. Besides, you have rank over all of them."

She hesitantly nodded and he kissed her forehead. Sarah saw Celeste not far from her, leaving as well, and she matched pace with her graceful gait.

"Do you know how this works, Celeste?" Sarah asked quietly.

"I have no idea," she replied, slowing so Sarah wouldn't have to jog to keep up.

"I guess we'll both just have to wing it," Sarah whispered.

They followed other noble women into a smaller, more comfortable room with small chaises and a dining table. Each place was set with a steaming cup of what appeared to be tea and delicious-looking cakes. A wave of nausea hit her after crossing the threshold of the room. She bit back her stomach's desire to heave and tried to pay attention to what was around her.

Small nametags were placed at each setting indicating who sat where. Sarah panicked when she saw that her spot was at the head of the table. Luckily, Celeste was on her right. At least I'm not alone in this, she thought.

She sat and saw it was little more than a tea party with the nobles. People politely chatted as they filed in, but silence fell as they were all seated. They looked expectantly at Sarah. Her stomach threatened to revolt again. She waited and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself.

Feeling the nausea subside somewhat, she spoke, "Uh, hello ladies. I'm not quite sure what I'm supposed to do, so why don't we just…talk for a while."

One young lady, Sebastian's wife, piped up and asked, "Are you the one to tame the Goblin King?"

Snickers filled the room as the woman waited expectantly.

Sarah glanced to find her name was Sidra, and spoke quietly, "Yes, I married him. I can't say I've tamed him, though."

Girlish giggles surrounded her at her remark. "I take it that you're the one that beat the Labyrinth then?" asked the middle-aged Dwarf Queen, Myrilla.

"Yes. That was the first time I met him," she declared.

Sarah continued to face questions about her adventures when she was thirteen, listening with rapt attention and hanging on her every word. Apparently, it wasn't often that people from Aboveground visit Underground.

Tears began to fall as she told about the death of her parents and the responsibility of caring for her brother all alone. She told them vaguely about their first meeting on her second trip there, and said that he simply saved her life at one point, making her realize that she needed him. Her stories were basic, leaving out the personal details she thought she wanted to keep to herself.

When her story was done, the women all started clapping. She had only killed a half hour.

"What's going on in the other room?" asked Sarah, starting another time-killing discussion.

~Armina~

The trial was going just as she'd planned. The evidence against the princeps minor was overwhelming, and he would surely be removed and imprisoned. A dangerous smile spread across her face. Her plans always worked; the Fates favored her.

Cassius had been proven to be involved with Gaston's plans, a lie that would earn him a long sentence, perhaps death. No one lied to the Regina Bestiarum without consequence. Various other charges were read regarding treasonous writings seized from his chambers and other things.

The other minor leaders listened intently as the incriminating evidence was brought before them.

At last, after almost six hours of testimony and an hour of deliberation, she had made her decision. She stood gracefully, her hand raised to quiet the sound of the voices in the court. She raised her staff and her voice was magnified. "I have made my decision," she paused, making sure everyone was listening. "Cassius, you will be stripped of all titles; your kingdom will be ruled by me until I find someone suitable to take the leadership of the trolls. As for your fate, you will be imprisoned until further notice. If you behave, I may not kill you. So it has been said, so it shall be written!"

Her voice thundered through the council room. Cassius cried out, but was quickly ushered out to be taken to the prison at Mors, a small town on the outskirts of the Underground.

With a relieved sigh, Armina settled back into her chair. Rūbrind reached over and took her hand in his, lightly caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. They watched as the leaders filed out.

Sarah entered and immediately made her way to Jareth, soundly kissing him on the lips when she found him.

Armina caught Jareth's attention and beckoned him over, intending to say a simple goodbye.

Then it hit her. The scent was strange. It was magick, yes, but not normal. It was the girl!

When they approached Armina reached out and gave each a hug, still trying to figure out what the scent of magick was doing on a mortal turned immortal. She had no powers; there was no way it was possible!

Still pondering her theories, Armina left the room to think.