Jareth returned from his flight over the labyrinth and landed on the balcony outside his chambers. There was something bugging him, but he couldn't quite figure out what exactly it was. The natural balance of magic within his kingdom was upset, with the wild magic suddenly getting out o control. This was not bothering, it happened ever now and then, it signaled a magically event in the mortal world and Jareth kept up with these events so he had already prepared for it. There was something up, but this was something that Jareth had never encountered, so he didn't know what it was. The Labyrinth was preparing itself for something and not telling its king what.
The Labyrinth served itself, but it liked Jareth and did cater to his needs when it felt the need. This was not one of those times, Jareth kept asking, but the Labyrinth remained silent. This was very frustrating and annoying, Jareth felt like a mortal child waiting for their Santa Claus. He called forth a glass of brandy and sipped it slowly as he stood in the cool weather outside on his balcony.
It was time to retire for the night; his room was dark to fit his personality. Every piece of the room was personally selected and created for him, with the exception of one piece. It was a mirror that was given to him by a close and trusted friend. She told him that it would bring him hope, but he didn't understand how such a thing could be. It had wild magic bound to it and in and of itself made Jareth feel uneasy. One cannot control wild magic, it was as the name implies wild. The only reason he kept it was because of who gave it to him and the great admiration and trust he had for her. Like the wild magic in the Labyrinth, the magic of the mirror was also growing; this was not expected and had never happened before. Things were amiss in Jareth's kingdom and he did not like not having control over it.