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Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
Jareth returned to his kingdom, the courts seemed to think it was best if Lord Faryn pretended to follow along with his Uncle. He sighed he was concerned for everything his kingdom and his wife.
He walked around trying to find her. She was sitting reading quietly in the corner. "Hmmm hmmm" He smiled as she raised her head up.
She stood and walked towards him, and fell into his arms. "Your safe."
"Of course." He softly stated kissing the top of her head.
"Jareth"
"Yes love?"
"I, uh I mean we are going to have a baby." She stuttered.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. Placing his hand over her abdomen feeling the little life force within. He gently kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him intensifying the kiss.
"It will not be safe for you to teleport," He gently pulled away, offered her his hand and led her to their bedroom.
The next morning Lord Faryn had returned. "My lord, My lady most urgent news." He was panting hard. "You will not believe this when I tell you, but I saw it with my own eyes."
"What is it Faryn?" Jareth asked concerned.
"Well you see your highness, Malek is alive."
Jareth gasped, Sariya also gasped in surprise.
"It is impossible, I saw his head roll from my own sword." Jareth was breathing hard. "Those eyes still haunt me, I never forgave myself for hurting the child"
"I saw it with my own eyes, he looks exactly like his father.
Jareth collapsed onto the throne. Then looked at Sariya. "How can we protect Sariya he will attempt to harm her?" "I am not sure, I am to return a message within a few days."
"The council wishes you to agree and gain whatever you can."
He shrugged. "I am to be a fake counterspy then, pretend I'm supplying him information in the meantime supplying you with information."
Jareth shrugged. "You decide what is best for you, I am sure it will not be safe."
"Her majesties safety is my only concern. He bowed and left quietly. He started to make his journey home; in a few days the messenger would arrive.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
Jareth returned to his kingdom, the courts seemed to think it was best if Lord Faryn pretended to follow along with his Uncle. He sighed he was concerned for everything his kingdom and his wife.
He walked around trying to find her. She was sitting reading quietly in the corner. "Hmmm hmmm" He smiled as she raised her head up.
She stood and walked towards him, and fell into his arms. "Your safe."
"Of course." He softly stated kissing the top of her head.
"Jareth"
"Yes love?"
"I, uh I mean we are going to have a baby." She stuttered.
He looked into her eyes and smiled. Placing his hand over her abdomen feeling the little life force within. He gently kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him intensifying the kiss.
"It will not be safe for you to teleport," He gently pulled away, offered her his hand and led her to their bedroom.
The next morning Lord Faryn had returned. "My lord, My lady most urgent news." He was panting hard. "You will not believe this when I tell you, but I saw it with my own eyes."
"What is it Faryn?" Jareth asked concerned.
"Well you see your highness, Malek is alive."
Jareth gasped, Sariya also gasped in surprise.
"It is impossible, I saw his head roll from my own sword." Jareth was breathing hard. "Those eyes still haunt me, I never forgave myself for hurting the child"
"I saw it with my own eyes, he looks exactly like his father.
Jareth collapsed onto the throne. Then looked at Sariya. "How can we protect Sariya he will attempt to harm her?" "I am not sure, I am to return a message within a few days."
"The council wishes you to agree and gain whatever you can."
He shrugged. "I am to be a fake counterspy then, pretend I'm supplying him information in the meantime supplying you with information."
Jareth shrugged. "You decide what is best for you, I am sure it will not be safe."
"Her majesties safety is my only concern. He bowed and left quietly. He started to make his journey home; in a few days the messenger would arrive.