Disclaimer; Again nothing is mine except what I create.

Author's Notes; And once again, thanks for the reviews! I'm hoping to get things a little more interesting I know it might be kind of boring right at the moment. Some of the original movie dialogue is in this chapter, and I wasn't going to put it in at first, but since Sarah hasn't run the Labyrinth I figured it would need to be in here. You know who the words belong to, I'm not claiming them as mine ;)

Chapter Three

Generosity

Lorelle was starting to greatly dislike the new soon to be Queen. She started to wonder if her cousin took leave of his senses. This girl was uncouth and should be a servant girl. Her manners were like one. She could not sing, she had no musical talent and she cussed like a dirty little Goblin! Lorelle had smacked her around the head when Sarah let loose with curses this morning when her Harp broke.

"Hey!" The young woman grunted as Lorelle slapped at her.

"Listen!" the adviser to the King hissed. "I am tired of telling you to do this right! If you would at least try we could be done and have lunch!" Sarah noticed how red Lorelle was getting in the face. She backed away a little and took her seat.

"Fine. I don't see why I have to learn to play the Harp. I'm not musically gifted, OK? If you were to let me read a play, then I would have something decent to show you!" Sarah saw the warning in Lorelle's eyes and sat down.

"Now, try to hit the notes properly." The adviser warned.

With a long sigh, Sarah stroked the Harp. She really focused on the lesson and did well enough for even Lorelle to smile and congratulate her. "That wasn't so hard was it?" The adviser asked. "Come now, we'll change you and then you shall have lunch. And I shall have some time along." Lorelle grumbled under her breath.

Sarah was glad for that moment too. "Lorelle." She paused and looked over. "Why did Jareth choose me? I mean, I don't even know him. How can I be his wife, his Queen?" She looked younger suddenly and Lorelle had to remember she wasn't but sixteen moons, and not from this world.

"I do not know, my Queen." Lorelle said. "Except that he has chosen you because he saw something in you he liked. My cousin is a fickle man. He is used to getting exactly what he wants, when he wants it." She said. "Nobody denies him anything, not from the time he was born."

"Wonderful." Sarah glowered.

"But with you, I see something that he wishes to keep." Lorelle admitted. "He has as much told me so. I would consider it a compliment if I were you as my cousin's interest in women often die easily. You've captivated him."

"I'm so lucky."

"Indeed." Lorelle agreed, missing Sarah's sarcasm. "Now we are excused for lunch. Since you did...as well as expected this morning I doubt his Highness will make you do any afternoon activities. Perhaps he will want to spend more time with you alone."

She saw Sarah's eyes grow wide at that and Lorelle let out a dry chuckle. "Do not worry, Sarah. My cousin knows the rules. He is not allowed to touch you until the wedding."

That made her feel slightly better. Sarah followed Lorelle back to her rooms and was dressed in yet another dress with that stupid corset. However, this one was much simpler and she could breath much easier. Sarah noticed Lorelle left her hair in it's simple braid.

"I shall see you later, my Queen." Lorelle said. "Have a good lunch." She left the room, closing the door behind her.

Sarah let out a long sigh and flopped backwards on her bed. She stared up at her ceiling and closed her eyes. She had to be woken up at what was probably six am here, and then subjected to all those stupid charm lessons. Etiquette was the hardest to remember, and then there was the music lessons.

"I'm an actress." Sarah grumbled. "Not a singer, there's a damn difference!" She felt better letting out a slue of cuss words since Lorelle wasn't around to deliver a stinging slap when she did. Her cheek ached from the Fae woman's punishments.

"I want to go home." Sarah whispered, closing her eyes. She felt an overwhelming sadness roll over her and Sarah rolled onto her belly, feeling tears well up in her eyes. Soon, her body was shaking with the force of her sobs. She missed her father so much, and she even missed the comfort of Toby. What she wouldn't give to hold him again, or to see Merlin charging after her and giving her slobbery dog kisses. What if he forgot her?

That thought made her cry even harder.

The feel of soft hands on her back made her stop and she knew without looking who was touching her. Jareth. "What has happened now to make you sob this way?" Her soon to be husband asked. His voice was as soft as his touch but Sarah didn't look up at him.

"You!" Sarah exclaimed, the pillow muffling her sobs. "I hate it here, hate it! I want to go home!" She sat up, pushing the Goblin King's hand off her.

His face was like a mask as he stared at her without reacting. "You cannot go home. I've told you this already."

Sarah glowered at him. "How can you want to marry some strange girl you don't even know?" Sarah hissed. "Is it just cause of the wedding night?"

Jareth laughed at that. "Oh, you fooled heart." He said and reached out to touch the curve of her pale cheek. Sarah jerked back and she saw something flicker in Jareth's eyes. Anger. "I do not need you to satisfy my lust if that's what you are asking. There are women in this kingdom who would give their right arm to be nothing but my bed slave."

"So then why me!" Sarah exclaimed.

"I like your fire." Jareth said. "When I saw you protect your stepmother from me, I knew I had a champion on my hands. A fitting Queen despite your questionable mixed blood. I thought it would be a challenge to turn you into my Queen."

"And your wife." Sarah said bitterly.

"It is not a bad thing, Sarah. I'm a skilled lover." Jareth grinned, enjoying teasing her. "You will come to look forward to our nights together once you're over the initial reaction." He assured her.

Sarah shook her head. "I don't even know you!"

"We have the rest of our lives to know one another, Sarah." Jareth said. He smirked. "Have you not found my kingdom enjoyable? It's beautiful in it's own way is it not?"

Yes, Sarah had to admit that. "I miss my family." She said, her reason for crying. "I miss my father, my brother."

"And...Karen?" Jareth asked, studying her face.

Sarah's features hardened. "She can go to hell. She wished me here, I want nothing to do with her!"

Good, Jareth thought. There was anger there, something he could use to twist for his own desires. "Sarah, let me show you something. When I claimed you, life goes on for the Aboveground." He held his hand out and a crystal appeared. "Look inside it and tell me what you see."

Sarah leaned over to peer into the crystal. He heard her intake of breath. "My family."

"Yes, and what are they doing?"

"Sitting together." Sarah watched the scene. It looked to be as though Karen and her father were having coffee. Toby sat in his high chair, eating cheerios. Sarah frowned. "Shouldn't they be worried about me?"

Jareth watched her. "You're here now, Sarah. They've gone on with their lives. You are no longer a part of their world. Look more closely. What's in your bedroom now?" Jareth asked her.

Sarah kept studying the scene, her stomach twisting. She watched as the crystal faded, then her room came into focus. Her eyes widened and she looked up at Jareth once before looking back at the crystal. "My...room!"

It was gone. There was a simple bed placed where her queen sized canopy had been, her vanity table was gone. Even her posters in her room had been taken down. None of her beloved toys were where they should be.

Why...it was as though she never even existed!

Sarah watched the crystal fade out and then go blank. She pulled back from it and looked over at the King. "What does this mean?" She asked in a strange, thick voice.

"It means when I took you they forgot about you. Don't you see how generous I am with you, my sweet precious?" Jareth asked. "Instead of your family pining away over you, I've made it so they forgot about you instead."

Sarah's face flamed red. "What?" She asked. "You did what?" Without thinking she knocked the crystal out of Jareth's hand and watched it roll on the carpet. Then she turned and lunged herself at Jareth, knocking them both onto the foot of the bed. Jareth was surprised with the strength she displayed but her anger probably gave it to her. Sarah had him straddled and she raised a hand and brought it down onto his face.

Thwack.

The sound broke the silence and Jareth was stunned. Nobody hit him. Nobody! He glared upwards at his bride and before Sarah could think to get to safety, Jareth's hand reached up and grabbed her about the neck. He gripped her hard. Sarah's eyes bulged in fear and the King moved so that he was now kneeling on the bed, holding her.

"If you should ever dare to hit me again I will have you whipped." There was no emotion in Jareth's voice. "And you will remember who I am. I am your King. Your soon to be husband. It is to me you shall bow, and me only!" His voice thundered in the Queen's rooms. "Is that understood?"

Sarah didn't want to submit. She wanted to strike out at this monster again and maybe her eyes showed her defiance, for Jareth's fingers tightened on her throat. She gasped, or tried to but it came out strangled.

"Is that understood?" Jareth exclaimed.

Sarah felt her eyes sting with tears. He could possibly kill her and she wouldn't even get to go home. She nodded once.

Jareth relaxed his grip on her for now but his hand was still wrapped around her throat. "Good." The king purred. "I showed you that to make a point. I have been generous with you, Sarah. But beware, I can be cruel."

Sarah's typical response would be to snort. Generous? What is it that he's done for me that's generous?

Jareth seemed able to read her question in her mind. "My silly bride. Everything. The lessons you are taking in the morning, for you. So you won't be embarrassed when you meet my parents. This room you sleep in, decorated to suite your tastes. The music lessons, so you have something to talk about with the other Fae Royal women you will befriend. I have done this all for you! And not once did I hear a thank you, Jareth. I expect some gratitude from you."

Sarah just stared at him.

Jareth smirked, and let his thumb brush across her cheek. "You could start by saying how pleased you are with the gifts I have given you. Go on, say them."

He let go of her neck and she gasped in a big breath.

"Say them." Jareth warned her. "Say them or I shall be cruel again."

Sarah wanted to spit at him but the memory of those long, slender fingers made her think better of it. "I'm—I'm sorry Jareth." She lowered her eyes, hating herself. "I appreciate what you've done for me."

"There, was that so hard? Now, I think it would be appropriate for you to seal those words with a kiss of your own."

Sarah looked upwards. She disliked how he had kissed her the other night, tasting of brownies...she felt violated. How he could just do whatever he wanted and think it alright. "But-"

"Sarah, don't defy me." Jareth warned her.

Sarah frowned once, swallowed. She looked upwards at the King. She wasn't even really sure how to initiate a kiss. But now she had to try. Leaning forward, Sarah placed her hands on the King's smooth pale chest. Her finger brushed at his strange medallion, earning a purr of satisfaction from Jareth. Sarah inched closer, feeling the magic bristle in the air. She leaned towards the King, closed her eyes quickly and started to peck his lips.

That's when she would have moved away. But Jareth's hands caught her arms, holding her in place. His mouth moved over hers, sucking softly at her lips. Sarah kept her eyes closed and stayed rooted where she was.

Finally, the King released her. "You should get to rest." He told her. "Tomorrow will be a more trying day."

Sarah wanted in the worst way to wipe his kiss off her, but didn't dare. "Why what happens tomorrow?" She asked.

Jareth sighed as if suddenly tired and rubbed his eyes like a child would. "The announcements of our marriage went out today. We shall be greeting guests tomorrow. Your short lessons will either make or break your welcome into the world of the Fae."

Sarah swallowed in air and coughed. Great, she thought with a frown. Then, an idea occurred to her and Sarah smiled a little. "Jareth...if I behave myself well enough tomorrow, could I go outside and look around the castle grounds? I've been cooped up and I can't stand it."

Jareth eyed his bride. He lifted his face studying her. "Maybe. It depends on how well you do first."

Sarah couldn't ask for anything more. She gave him a small smile. "Thank you."

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Jareth was right about it being a more trying day. Ever since her eyes popped open, Sarah was forced into another horrible corset, her hair fixed so that it was wild curls, jewelry donned on. She had makeup on her face that made her look dazzling, even she had to admit to that. They had not even had time for breakfast, just a small cup of coffee before the guests poured in.

Jareth seemed to take it all in stride. He greeted his guests and introduced them to his new soon to be wife. Sarah forgot names, a small pinch on the elbow from Jareth warned her of what she was about to do, so she would simply thank each guest that welcomed her to the Underground. They seemed more than surprised when Jareth revealed that she was human, not Fae.

Finally though, after an agonizing dinner with another royal couple who lived in the Forest of Dreams, Sarah was glad the day was nearly over. At Jareth's side she said goodbye to the Prince and Princess of the Forest of Dreams. Sarah hoped she remembered their names; Josaline and...Harmonious? Yes, maybe Harmonious.

"Welcome, Sarah." Josaline kissed the air at her cheeks. "You'll make this spoiled brat here a wonderful wife, I'm sure."

"I...yes. Thank you." Sarah flashed an empty smile at the couple.

"And do bring her to the Forest of Dreams, Jareth." Harmonious, a beautiful Fae prince said with a smile. He was about Jareth's height with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. His smile was kinder, though. "I'd be delighted to show her about."

"Oh as soon as things settle here we will." Jareth said as he watched his friends head for their carriage.

Sarah sighed. "Is that the last of the people we have to greet?" She asked and stifled a yawn.

"Yes, it is. You did...well." Jareth sounded surprised. "Now why don't you go and tell Kazar that we'd like something to snack on, and put it in a basket? I want to spend some time with you."

Sarah looked up. She swallowed a little. "Of course." Having been hit in the head more times by Lorelle than she could count, Sarah swept Jareth a small curtsey. It was awkward, but at least she remembered. She headed inside the castle. "Kazar!" Sarah called.

The little Goblin found her. "Queeny called?" He asked.

"Yes. Jareth wanted you to prepare us a basket of some snacks." Sarah said. "I guess we're going to be going on a walk."

Kazar nodded, then smiled. "Probably to the gardens. Majesty loves the gardens."

"Oh, does he?"

"Takes all the pretty ladies to the garden when the moon is out." Kazar grinned. "He's probably gonna kiss you."

Fat chance of that. Thought Sarah, recalling other kisses. "Well, let's get his Majesty his snacks. I'd hate for him to loose his temper."

Kazar rushed into the kitchen. A moment later he came back out. "Damon sent this specially for the Majesties." Sarah took the picnic basket and smiled. "Thank you, Kazar." She headed back outside to see Jareth near the gate of the garden, looking up at the sky.

"I'm back."

"I know. Come inside." Jareth opened the little wrought iron gate and motioned for Sarah to follow. She did so stepping inside. The garden was unlike anything she'd seen before. Flowers bloomed with bright colors, some crystal, some not. She wanted to touch them and reached out to touch a white petal.

"Careful." Jareth warned. "That's a sleeper flower. It will put you to sleep for a month."

Sarah jerked her fingers back. "Then why have it?"

"It keeps the Goblins from eating things in here." Jareth explained. "Keep walking, Sarah." Jareth's strides were fast to her own and she had to rush to keep up. He came to the center of the garden, where there was a stone pool. It was of a mermaid, holding a basket. Bright blue water poured from the top, and went into the pool.

"Why is the water so...blue?"

"It's pure, undiluted. No chemicals have been put in it. And of course, it thrives on magic." Jareth explained. "Let's take a seat, shall we?" He mumbled something under his breath and a long blanket smoothed itself on the ground in front of the fountain. Sarah sat down as carefully as she could and sat the basket down.

Jareth reached inside the lids and pulled them open. "Damon is a wonderful cook." he said in approval. "Try one of these." Jareth pulled out a pastry with icing. "They're my favorite."

Sarah took the pastry. It was still warm and she bit into it, savoring the peach taste which exploded on her taste buds. Her eyes closed and the young woman chewed into the dough, then swallowed. "Wow. Food here is excellent!"

This caused Jareth to chuckle. "What's your favorite snack Sarah?" He asked her. "I can make that appear for you."

Sarah grew thoughtful. With all the wonderful food here she didn't miss food that much back home. She missed certain things, like pizza that the Underground wouldn't have. "I don't know...I guess one of those huge, soft pretzels you can get at the mall. I used to go there and get them and people watch." She smiled at the memory. "And drizzle it all with cheese."

Jareth seemed to make a slight face, but he held his hand over the basket. "Reach inside."

She did so, plucking out the same kind of pretzel she'd just told him of. It made tears come to her eyes and she blinked them back. Sarah broke a piece off, and handed it to Jareth. "Would there by chance be cheese sauce with that?"

"There is now."

When she reached into the basket again, Sarah pulled out a small dish containing it. She dipped her piece of sourdough dough pretzel into it and dipped it into the cheese. Oh man. Sarah closed her eyes and chewed the piece of pretzel. This was amazing. Her eyes opened and she looked at Jareth, who still held his piece. "Aren't you going to try it?"

Jareth gazed at the item. "Must I?"

"Yes!"

"Well, if you insist." The King of the Goblins dipped his pretzel into the cheese sauce as his soon to be bride did and bit into it. Surprise flashed across his handsome face. "Not as bad as I thought."

Sarah chuckled. "Magic makes it even better, but yeah I used to love these." She tore off another piece. Chewing with her mouth closed in small bites as Lorelle had ranted and raved about, Sarah took another look around the garden. The air was perfumed with flowers, and the sky above was darkening. It was truly beautiful here. If she hadn't been brought against her will she might very well grow fond of it.

"What are you thinking of?" Jareth sat his half bitten piece of bread down.

"This place." Sarah admitted. "And how unfair it was for you to kidnap me."

Jareth let out a low, rumbling laugh. "You exhaust me, Sarah. With your passion, you starve and near exhaust me. Your stepmother wished you here. That's all there is to it, nothing more and nothing less."

Sarah looked down at the picnic basket. She broke off another piece of the half eaten peach pastry and bit into it. It was so delicious. The icing was warm and melted on her tongue. "But you know I don't love you."

"Not yet."

"You're an arrogant bastard, aren't you?" Sarah licked the sticky peach off her fingertips.

"I'm just self assured. We fit well together, Sarah. Don't fight it."

Sarah smirked and in response nibbled on the peach pastry. As she did, she felt like she was moving at a slower speed. Everything was going slow, and in her mind she could hear ballroom music. Music...her eyes went unfocused for a moment and Sarah shook her head. "I've got to fight it." She said in a soft, hypnotic voice.

"But why?" Jareth's voice floated to her. Sarah got up and headed over to where two trees with dark bark and glitter on them rested. She leaned against it, her mind going fuzzy. She could see beautiful people, dancing...all the dancing.

"Everything's dancing." Sarah closed her eyes once, then opened them. "I'm going to stop it." The peach pastry fell from her hand and Jareth was on his feet. He caught her as she lost control and fell backwards into his arms. Her breathing stilled, and her eyes shut.

Jareth just smiled in response.

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As her mind cleared, Sarah realized she was in a grand room. It sparkled all over with white and crystals. Crystals were everywhere. The room hummed with magic and music. She saw beautiful Fae men and women in expensive looking gowns. Everyone wore a mask to look like the Goblins Jareth watched over. Sarah herself was dressed in a beautiful white ballgown, her hair done up with the expertise that had to come from Lorelle. Her face was dusted with makeup and silvery earrings hung from her ears.

She whirled around, watching the ball go on. Why was she here? Sarah frowned and kept going. She could hear laughter, and a woman near her laughed. She smiled a little and leaned forward to kiss the handsome Fae man who was next to her. The kiss was long and passionate, and Sarah watched, unable to look away. The woman's tongue darted out and into the man's mouth. He moaned in passion. When they broke from the kiss the woman turned to Sarah. "We have room for one more." She taunted.

Sarah flushed, turned and hurried into the crowd. She could hear the couple's laughter chase her. Sarah turned in circles wondering if Jareth was here. "Jareth!" She felt a slight panic at being somewhere without someone familiar.

Then she saw him. He smirked over at her, handsome as ever in a blue cape speckled with jewels. His hair seemed to shine with magic and he pulled back a dark Goblin mask from his face. He tilted his head as he watched her.

Sarah studied the Goblin King and wondered what she was supposed to do.

A beautiful red haired woman approached him and Jareth offered her his hand. He took the woman and they started to sail across the dance floor. Sarah watched, noticing the woman throw her head back and laugh. Jareth leaned forward and placed his mouth on her neck, leaving a kiss there. He turned slightly to make sure she was watching.

Sarah kept walking. She wondered where she was. Everything was so confusing, and there was too much noise. People started to pull on her, and she pushed them aside. She felt so very much out of place surrounded by all these beautiful Fae men and women. They seemed to know so much more and they seemed perfectly at home in all this debauchery.

Finally though as she spotted Jareth dancing with two more beautiful women, he came over to her. His eyes were deep and commanding and Sarah took his hand. Jareth lead her across the floor. He spun her around expertly and held the small of her back with his hand.

"Jareth, what's going on?" Despite her unhappiness at being in this world, she'd never been so glad to see him.

"I'm being very generous with you, Sarah." Jareth whispered softly, brushing his lips against her cheeks. "I'm showing you what your life could be like. This is your future; embrace it."

"I don't know—I just—I think you made a mistake in choosing me!" Sarah exclaimed. She felt out of place. She was awkward and unstable compared to the beautiful women she'd just seen. "Look at these women. They are more to your suiting. You should take one of them."

"But my precious thing, I don't want them. It's you I want. They have the finery that you don't, but they don't have your spirit. I need that in the woman who will bear my heirs and be my Queen." Jareth's whisper was like silk. "Don't fight me, Sarah. I don't want to turn you into a servant. If you continue to misbehave as you've been doing...I will be forced to do so."

"You would?" Sarah looked upwards at Jareth, her heart skipping beats. She swallowed once.

"Shhh." Jareth said. "It's avoidable. But for now..." He placed his lips near her ear, and in a very warm baritone started to sing:

"There's such a sad love, deep in your eyes. A kind of pale jewel, open and closed. I'll place the sky within your eyes. There's such a fooled heart, beating so fast, in search of new dreams, a love that will last within your heart..."

Sarah felt shivers rush down her spine. She understood that if it wasn't for the situation this could be a well played scene of seduction. She stared at Jareth, and almost wished his feelings would be real. He was just wanting her to obey him wasn't he?

"Stop!" Sarah pushed out of his arms. "We don't even know each other! Stop trying to feed me fancy lies!" She pushed him back. "Wake up Sarah!" She told herself. "Wake up! Wake up!"

Sarah felt herself jerk awake and the beautiful dream faded. She jerked backwards, and found she was alone in her new rooms. "Jareth?" She asked in a tiny voice, really hoping he didn't hear her.

To Sarah's relief, he didn't appear. She sighed and pulled herself out of bed. She was dressed in a nightgown, and hoped that Jareth had used magic rather than his fingers. She walked towards the window, seeing the moon was out. How dare Jareth use magic and her mind to try and seduce her? How dare he?

Sarah's anger swirled as she thought about it. Jareth wanted her as his, to submit. Well she wasn't going to submit. Not anymore. She was done with the stupid lessons, and would do whatever she could to make herself undesirable to the King of the Underground. She'd teach him a lesson.

She would not be broken.

He could take his generous nature and shove it up his shiny ass!