Once again I must apologize for the lateness of my updates, but the good thing is that I'm giving you all two chapters now instead of only one. Oh well, on with the show.
Disclaimers: Hey Brain what do you want to do tonight?
Confrontation
Like every room in her castle, it was enormous. Simple, cold and large. Two large windows on walls across from each other gave the room its only light. Even still the room was dark. Candles hung about the room from large hangings, but they did little more that flicker the massiveness of the room. This room gave off the feeling of death. Pain and death. Sitting in one end of the room was an ornate wooden throne scorched black, Mortiana sat upon it now. Imposing in a solid black dress with low cut front she emanated cruelty. The cruelty most apparent with the smile that was on her face.
She gazed happily at the unconscious man that was being dragged from the room. He had been caught stealing gold from her personal treasuries. He had died a very painful death. She would have to make a note to herself to get another accountant. Suddenly she felt a slight shift in the room. Energies were building up preceding the entrance of another Fae.
Mortiana grinned even wider. "My, my," she asked to herself, "I wonder who that could be?"
Her question answered Jareth appeared in the room, bristling with rage.
"Mortiana," he hissed, "I do not appreciate these games you are playing."
She rose from her seat and walked over to him, her velvet gown whispering softly like the hissing of a snake. "You, the great Goblin King," she replied in fake shock, "does not like games. What on earth do you call what you put mortals through in your labyrinth, a simple diversion."
Jareth folded his arms across his chest. "You know very well why I do it, to appease you in this foolish contract that you hold me to."
Mortiana exposed her fangs with a broad smile. "Where are my manners, my dear king, would you care for a drink." With this she conjured a wine glass full of dark red wine.
Jareth sighed loudly. "No, Mortiana I do not wish for a drink, I wish for an answer."
She took a drink then looked at Jareth. "I am not playing games, I am simply biding my time before your child will be mine, as per our agreement. If she is unconscious she cannot injure herself or the child, is it not within my rights to guard my assets."
Jareth, biting the inside the his cheek tried to keep his temper in check looked coldly at the witch before him. He would not give her the satisfaction of seeing him lose his temper. "I should take this before the Council, you have no right-"
Mortiana threw the glass at the wall, spilling it's contents onto the floor. "No right," she interrupted and turning to face him fully, "you are the one who has no right. We could have been allies and all of this would have been avoided, but you chose to scorn me. Just consider this as retribution, one broken heart for another."
"You have to have a heart before it can be broken," he replied coldly. "So all of this is for my rebuke of your father's marriage contract, simple jealously. I thought better of you once Mortiana."
"No, more than that," she spat, "I am above petty vengeance."
"Mortiana, don't make me declare war, end this and the enchantment, let my kingdom and I go in peace," implored Jareth with a stern voice.
"I won't relent, not even if you begged me. Go ahead Goblin king, declare your war, go before the council, I will win regardless."
Jareth's attention was diverted as someone else entered the room. Through a hidden doorway behind the throne, Tristan entered the room and stood. He looked solemn as usual and exhausted from lack of sleep. He regarded Jareth with little interest and a bored expression on his face.
Mortiana turned to see him. "Ah my dearest, there you are, say hello to our guest," gesturing toward Jareth.
"Hello, Goblin King," he replied coldly.
"Tristan," Jareth said just as cold.
Mortiana walked over to Tristan and placed her hand on his shoulder. Looking at Jareth over her own shoulder she spoke, "You should leave Jareth, I've grown tired of this discussion."
Jareth stared at her in udder indignation. "I will not be ignored, you witch! You will answer for what you have done!"
Mortiana's cold laugh echoed in the vast room. "You and your pride," she hissed, "it will be your downfall. Leave Goblin King."
Jareth glowered at them both and disappeared in a flash of glitter.
Tristan turned to his mother. "What was that all about," he asked.
She pulled him into a hug and whispered into his ear, "I am simply letting my game unfold."
Suddenly Mortiana pulled away from him and looked blankly into the air. Just as quickly an evil smile crept onto her face. She turned to Tristan once more. "Yes and I believe that I am winning." With this she hurried out of the room leaving Tristan with more questions.
Disclaimers: Hey Brain what do you want to do tonight?
Confrontation
Like every room in her castle, it was enormous. Simple, cold and large. Two large windows on walls across from each other gave the room its only light. Even still the room was dark. Candles hung about the room from large hangings, but they did little more that flicker the massiveness of the room. This room gave off the feeling of death. Pain and death. Sitting in one end of the room was an ornate wooden throne scorched black, Mortiana sat upon it now. Imposing in a solid black dress with low cut front she emanated cruelty. The cruelty most apparent with the smile that was on her face.
She gazed happily at the unconscious man that was being dragged from the room. He had been caught stealing gold from her personal treasuries. He had died a very painful death. She would have to make a note to herself to get another accountant. Suddenly she felt a slight shift in the room. Energies were building up preceding the entrance of another Fae.
Mortiana grinned even wider. "My, my," she asked to herself, "I wonder who that could be?"
Her question answered Jareth appeared in the room, bristling with rage.
"Mortiana," he hissed, "I do not appreciate these games you are playing."
She rose from her seat and walked over to him, her velvet gown whispering softly like the hissing of a snake. "You, the great Goblin King," she replied in fake shock, "does not like games. What on earth do you call what you put mortals through in your labyrinth, a simple diversion."
Jareth folded his arms across his chest. "You know very well why I do it, to appease you in this foolish contract that you hold me to."
Mortiana exposed her fangs with a broad smile. "Where are my manners, my dear king, would you care for a drink." With this she conjured a wine glass full of dark red wine.
Jareth sighed loudly. "No, Mortiana I do not wish for a drink, I wish for an answer."
She took a drink then looked at Jareth. "I am not playing games, I am simply biding my time before your child will be mine, as per our agreement. If she is unconscious she cannot injure herself or the child, is it not within my rights to guard my assets."
Jareth, biting the inside the his cheek tried to keep his temper in check looked coldly at the witch before him. He would not give her the satisfaction of seeing him lose his temper. "I should take this before the Council, you have no right-"
Mortiana threw the glass at the wall, spilling it's contents onto the floor. "No right," she interrupted and turning to face him fully, "you are the one who has no right. We could have been allies and all of this would have been avoided, but you chose to scorn me. Just consider this as retribution, one broken heart for another."
"You have to have a heart before it can be broken," he replied coldly. "So all of this is for my rebuke of your father's marriage contract, simple jealously. I thought better of you once Mortiana."
"No, more than that," she spat, "I am above petty vengeance."
"Mortiana, don't make me declare war, end this and the enchantment, let my kingdom and I go in peace," implored Jareth with a stern voice.
"I won't relent, not even if you begged me. Go ahead Goblin king, declare your war, go before the council, I will win regardless."
Jareth's attention was diverted as someone else entered the room. Through a hidden doorway behind the throne, Tristan entered the room and stood. He looked solemn as usual and exhausted from lack of sleep. He regarded Jareth with little interest and a bored expression on his face.
Mortiana turned to see him. "Ah my dearest, there you are, say hello to our guest," gesturing toward Jareth.
"Hello, Goblin King," he replied coldly.
"Tristan," Jareth said just as cold.
Mortiana walked over to Tristan and placed her hand on his shoulder. Looking at Jareth over her own shoulder she spoke, "You should leave Jareth, I've grown tired of this discussion."
Jareth stared at her in udder indignation. "I will not be ignored, you witch! You will answer for what you have done!"
Mortiana's cold laugh echoed in the vast room. "You and your pride," she hissed, "it will be your downfall. Leave Goblin King."
Jareth glowered at them both and disappeared in a flash of glitter.
Tristan turned to his mother. "What was that all about," he asked.
She pulled him into a hug and whispered into his ear, "I am simply letting my game unfold."
Suddenly Mortiana pulled away from him and looked blankly into the air. Just as quickly an evil smile crept onto her face. She turned to Tristan once more. "Yes and I believe that I am winning." With this she hurried out of the room leaving Tristan with more questions.
