A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: I own nothing having to do with Labyrinth. I also wanted to note that the influence for Jareth's dream Sarah dress came from Lindsay Fleming.
Chapter 6 –or- Badges and Symbols
His Majesty, King Jareth of the Goblin City, referred to by many as Master of the Labyrinth, sat at a small table, working on something for his future bride.
Jareth had a great many talents. He was an excellent equestrian, an accomplished poet, and had a wonderful singing voice. He also was a kind of master craftsman when it came to jewelry. He found it brought him peace. The necklace he wore around his neck was not one of his pieces, but a badge of office handed down King to King. It said plainly that he was the Goblin King. The Goblin Queen would need her own badge of office. Jareth had decided that a huge necklace would not be as flattering on his Sarah.
Jareth studied the gold circlet on his table. The gold was delicate, filigree which almost looked like golden threads. There were tiny diamonds sprinkled throughout the circlet. On the front was a smaller and more delicate version of his badge. It was elegant and, in his mind, perfect for Sarah.
Sarah would wear this circlet every day, as he did his necklace. The formal crowns for the King and the Princess Consort sat in a case not far from where he sat. Jareth realized she would need her own crown, seeing as she would be Queen and not Princess Consort. His own crown was made of gold and was very heavy. The center was set with a rather large piece of cabochon onyx, swirling with ebony and coal black, and surrounded by diamonds. There were chips of polished jet and diamond sprinkled throughout it. He only wore it when there was some formal nightmare to attend. Come to think of it, there was only one day he was looking forward to wearing that crown for.
Sarah's crown would be almost identical to his in shape. It would be the same size too. It would be the same delicate filigree as her circlet, but there would be no center stone, just onyx and diamond sprinkled throughout like a starry night, with dainty drops of polished black diamond dripping from it like drops of rain
There were formal robes too. Two robes of deepest black velvet, lined with gray silk and trimmed with brilliant white owlfeathers.
Jareth knew Sarah would more than likely want to design her own wedding dress, but he had always seen her in one dress in his dreams. He had even put it to paper. An a-line skirt made of crepe and georgette, in a shade of brilliant white. It had a 6-foot train. The bodice was black velvet, with exquisite white embroidery on the front. It had a square neckline that would show off her soft curves. It had no sleeves, so that her slender arms were bare. When they wed she would wear her royal robe over the gown, clasped by an heirloom brooch of his mothers that he would give to her at her coronation as an engagement gift. She would wear her formal crown, and her dark hair would tumble down her back, wild and free. He had always seen her as such. A fairy tale dress for his fairy tale princess.
He sighed and went back to work on the circlet. The crown and rings would have to wait. He only had five days left until Sarah called him, and a lot of work to do in between.
a/n: I also wanted to confess that if you changed everything black to emerald green then you would have my fantasy wedding dress. Give it to us precious….we will haves it…..and also without feathers. And lined in green. Okay, I will shut up now.