Mistress Queen

Hey ya'll, um just to let you know, when it says "Jareth Prov" or any other "character's prov" (beside Amethyst) its that character's point of view. Okay? Cool! On with the story.

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Ch.3-The Morning After and Its Realities

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trail and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved.
-Helen Keller

Jareth's Prov

Despite the shadows of his bedchamber, somehow sunlight danced its way into the darkness and lit the room with yet another day in the Underground. The sunlight had been the first thing that woke Jareth. He squinted his eyes a few times, attempting to adjust them. It was then, as he glanced about his room, that he remembered the young figure of beauty that lay peacefully wrapped in his arms. Jareth took a hard look at his prize and it was at this moment that she was the picture of rare and pure perfection. He smiled as he gently stroked her violet locks-well not pure anymore. He stifled a laugh, and thought how regardless of her unavoidable position as his prisoner-his new prized slave-she still gave a fight even though she knew her fate. Jareth couldn't help but honor her.

She was, in a sense, his lesser evil. True she was just as spoiled as he (and he didn't mind admitting that), and she seemed to be stuck with her position as a princess of a fallen kingdom for she was the youngest in line, but she was so beautifully naïve while he was controlling and cold with experience. Or perhaps he was underestimating her power; after all, his power had been before. Amethyst, the king decided, was the heat to his coldness, and a rather nice balance to life in the Labyrinth. She wasn't pitiful but it would be so much damn fun to corrupt her. Everyone, including himself, had been corrupted at one point in their life, so she would only continue the never ending cycle.

It was the way things should be after all.

He had chosen her, chosen her out of the three. It wasn't that her sisters were less beautiful, but Amethyst was rebelliously desirable. There was something about her that Jareth couldn't put his finger on. She reminded him of himself in a strange way and that was attractive. He let his hand linger a little bit longer on her naked waist and reluctantly slid out of bed carefully, not to wake her. There will be plenty of time for this later, he thought, dressing quickly as his eyes refused to leave her sleeping form. For now Jareth had a goblin kingdom to rule, goblins to boss around, and many decisions on what to do about the Land of the Light and its rebellious survivors. This was going to be a good day, Jareth could feel it in his gloves, after all, last night was excellent, and the morning after was always better.

End of Jareth's Prov

When I awoke that morning, for a minuet I forgot where I was, as if everything from the pervious night was just a dream. But when I glance about the room with the all too familiar silks and burnt-out candles worn out from the long evening I am reminded that my new home isn't a dream and its all too real. Last night wasn't a dream either…

Rolling over to my left side, the bed is empty and I see that Jareth has long since left with the early morning to go off and do whatever it is that a king of a wasteland such as this would do. I won't deny last night he had brought me to new heights that I never could have imagined to ever reach in my life but for some reason, there was no magic. Fire? Defiantly. Sparkle? Yes, but nothing special. Perhaps if I had awoke in his arms or something, I would have felt that "special" something that lovers feel; but then again that would expecting too much from a brat king.

On a pillow lays a lilac peacefully attached to a note sign by the beautiful demon himself. Furrowing my eyebrows I pick it up and begin to read:

Good morning my Amethyst,

Food is on the table. I informed Jazza and she is waiting

for you in the Cleansing Room. Should you need

anything, there is a chain by the door. Pull it twice and my

humble servants shall get you all that you desire.

-Jareth

All that I desire? I yawn and step out of the warm bed, feeling the need for a long bath, but not in the "Cleansing Room". This morning I wished to wash my shame away by myself. I go to the mirror and touch my lips, swollen from the King's biting and then I see the marble tub. Its looks quite friendly now, and invites me to take a dip. I dropped the sheets that covered me and shamelessly pull the chain twice. In only a matter of seconds, there are knocks at the door. When I answer it, two goblins stare up at me. These are the "humble servants" I am to put my trust in? Its worth a shot and as disgusting as they are to look at, I may as well get use to them and the sooner the better. Surely it would make my duration in the Labyrinth run a bit smoother-if that is even possible.

"You called? What'd ya want?" they both stare up at me with huge beady eyes irritably, perhaps just as curious of me as I am of them.

"I, um, I need hot bath water," I finally spit out, "and the good kind, um, right away."

"What'd ya mean the good kind?" the first goblin asks almost offensively, hands on hips.

"I mean," I say becoming braver, "not that crap from that 'Bog of Eternal Stench' I hear so much about." Hear about it? It was one of the first things that hit my senses when arriving in the carriage, it was also the thing that turned me off and left a bad taste in my mouth for the Underground.

"Water is water." The second goblin rolled its eyes.

"No, no its not!" I shouted frustrated, "How in the world Jareth won a war with you-you things is beyond me! Bog water and clean water are different regardless of what you may think and I want the clean water-now!"

"And what happens if it ain't clean slave?" the both asked in unison. Slave? They thought they had the right to call me slave!

I forcefully picked one up as the other flinched, "Listen to me and listen to me good." I say through gritted teeth, "ONE, you will never, ever, EVER, address me in such a manner as that again and you may relay that message to your comrades. And TWO, although I may be your king's 'slave', the minute I open my mouth in complaint of 'servants' who do not obey orders that were instructed by said king, he shall dip you head first in said bog and there will be nothing left. If I am not happy, he is not happy, because slave or not I warm his bed, clear!" With that I dropped the little pest flat on his head never giving him time for an answer.

"Crystal!" the two said shakily, "Clean bath water right away!"

"And make it hot!" I called behind me. Well, that was easier then I had thought. Perhaps Jareth didn't really have a hard time ruling the goblins. It was so easy to control them, after all, I just did.

With a smile I closed the door and walked triumphantly to the long wooden table of food and picked off a few grapes. I heard a rustle of a noise and turned my gaze back over to the marble tub where a magnificent white owl was perched.

"Aw," I cooed walking over to it, "hello there." Unlike most owls, it didn't seem to mind my strokes as I pet it gently, careful not to scare it away. "I cannot believe something so beautiful exists in such an awful place." I whispered. Two knocks later, in came the bath water, clean and hot as asked.

"Where do ya want it?" a goblin asked directing four other in the room.

"Well," I raised my eyebrows smartly, with a smile, "Where do you think?" they were all silent, "In the bath tub," I sighed rolling my eyes, "come now, I know goblins cannot be this stupid." They didn't say anything more, just grumbled a few curses and complaints. When they finally left, the white owl stared intently at me as I lowered myself into the bath. I didn't mind the animal, it was something very beautiful to look at, even wonder about for a while. The steam felt claming and relaxed my tense muscles as closed my eyes.

"So," I sighed in bliss to the owl, "how did you like me in action with those goblins?"

"Impressive." I heard. I gasped as the owl changed it's form flamboyantly. I sunk further into the water, as Jareth sat with a sly smirk on his face where the owl had once been perched. I should have known! Should have known about his many mystical powers, one being in the form of shape shifting. Nothing here is ever what it seems. However, I wasn't about to let him have power over me for it was not yet night, and that meant showing surprise, not fear of his display.

"Jareth," I sighed broadly, "stop with the dramatics and the entrances. Its much too early in the day for such nonsense." So I never knew where the Goblin king would be at any given moment? That was okay, just one more of his many powers that I was aware of now-one more to look out for.

"Nonsense?" the king laughed, "This early? This early? My, my, my, princess, I really must have exhausted you last night." He came to my side and placed a glove into the water and on my thigh, "Its only early afternoon my precious."

"Get out of here!" I shouted attempting to (and successfully) splashing him.

"Firery are we?" he chuckled running his hands up my shoulders, "Good. That's why I picked you."

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." He said flatly, "Why are you not with Jazza?"

"I didn't feel like it." I told him plainly, "I bow down to your every will master, at least let me choose where I bathe."

"You remind of me." He smiled. His smile is not heartfelt or full of admiration, only full of mockery.

"I don't suppose that's a good thing sire." I spit.

"Exactly what I would have said." He laughed twirling a cane randomly, "You may roam the castle halls wherever you like but only with the guards."

"Why the guards?" I asked.

"I don't want you getting into trouble." He said making his way from the door. "I have been generous, you should be thanking me."

"Then perhaps it was not a wise decision to bring me here your highness? Why did you?" I stood up.

He stopped, turned, and strode over to the bath, picking up a towel on the way, "Because," he whispered lips close to mine, "I love breaking spirits, nothing pleases me more." At that moment I couldn't help but lean my face to his for a sinful, helpless kiss, in which he broke away from me before I had the chance to capture those lips. I then saw what he meant. "Do you see now what I mean?" he laughed, shaking his head in mockery, "Such a pity."

"You are cruel!" I hissed as he wrapped me up.

"Yes and I hope I don't disappoint my reputation," he said, "I will send someone to dress you, don't even think about leaving this room."

"Wait!" I shouted, "I need light, I need to go outside!"

"No." he said without as much as a thought.

"At least in the garden! Please!" I bit my lip.

He turned again as if to consider it, "Alright fine, but with the guards and no one else."

"Why? That's not fair!" I pouted.

"As much as I do love to see you beg," he opened the door, "Things aren't always fair my Amethyst, but that's the way they are. You're mine now, get over it."

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