A/N: Hey ya'll! Welcome to my new Labyrinth fanfiction We Are Sin! This book is a slow burn romance with a lot of love/hate. There are flashback chapters and cursing and dark/ adult themes. Please comment to let me know what you think! Im always up for suggestions and ideas. Who knows, maybe itll inspire me when I hit a writers block and youll get a chapter dedication!
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Princess Slave
Every creature in the Labyrinth has been a slave since The Goblin King took over. Where Fairies used to be kind and gentle creatures, now they are mischievous and bitter. They bite instead of practice magic.
These are my people. My mothers people. We fly among the Labyrinth walls and forests, mostly minding our business. Dwarves hunt us, but we breed so often that our population doesn't suffer. We used to be loved by everyone. Welcomed into homes. Flowers would be set out for us and food offered. We could turn Big any time we wanted too.
Nothings like that anymore. And I hate the Goblin King for changing our lives. Using us in his stupid games. My family suffered more than anyone because of him. My father whom was the Fairy King, and my twelve brothers all died fighting against Jareth. My mother and I are the only royalty left.
A lot of us lost our lives fighting for our colony. But what pisses me off the most is they gave up. Nobody seems to care anymore. Except for me.
"Nyvera, give up this silly plight. It will only cause you more suffering!"
"Your begging is useless," I tell my girlfriend Cinn. Her pale cheeks flare the same color of her fiery hair. I buckle my cloak around my neck.
"And what am I to do? Wait for Jareth to send your mangled corpse back to me when you fail?"
"Have some faith in me, Cinn!" I embrace her in my arms and kiss her under her pointed ear. "I can do this. I will kill him. And we will be free."
"It sounds so wonderful in theory," she sighs. "But I'm worried about you. If I can't persuade you to stay, let me come with you."
"No. You're no fighter. It's too dangerous."
"Youre such a hypocrite!" Cinn yanks away from me. "And selfish! What about your mother?"
"Cinn."
One word. That's all it took for her to shut down. Her words quiet and her amber eyes fix on the wood beneath our feet. It broke my heart to see a crystal tear fall down her porcelain cheek. "Just go," she whispers, her voice cracking.
I wanted to say something else, but she turned and left the room. Attaching a belt around my hips I take a deep breath and exhale, looking in the mirror. Fairys usually were blonde. But the Royal family always had darker hair, and I was no exception. My hair was midnight black but my eyes were the same icy blue as my peoples. My body was curvy and averagely endowed. Instead of the usual flowy white dress, I wore dark grey tights and a thick dark purple corset. Plum leather ankle boots and a matching cloak. I pull the hood over my head and press my lips together as I turn and follow Cinn out the door.
I dodged the tree guards and hid behind walls, casting a cloaking spell to blend into my surroundings. This was one of two spells I had managed to become good at. I could also make myself larger at will, but it took a lot of energy to grow taller than an extra 2 inches. Magic among fairys is a rare thing so I had to self teach myself over the years.
Near the throne room I hear Cinn rambling to my mother. A distraction, I smile to myself. Cinn was an adept singer and my mother would drop whatever she was doing to listen to her. Envy panged in my heart. I could never keep mothers attention that long for a hobby.
When her smooth voice fills the room I barely manage to stop myself from sitting to listen. It was the song she had composed for me and I found myself humming it quietly on my way out of the tree.
Little bit
Too far gone
Could have lived
On our own
You were a slave for far too long
Left in the shadow
And composing this song
I could have loved you
I could have loved you
I wanted you to love me...
I wanted you...to love..
Me...hmmmm