Mistress Queen
Hey guys! Back! So I hope you like this chapter b/c a LOT of things are brought to the surface, although I hope things aren't too confusing. (If they are a lot will be explained in the next chapy.) Amethyst is moving closer and closer to the lovely position of queen and…well…I'll let ya'll read and find out for yourselves. Enjoy! And don't forget to let me know what you think!
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Ch.9-Unicorns and a Truth
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
-Virginia Woolf
I dress quickly somewhat eager to see what "gift" Jareth speaks of, for a gesture such as this seemed a bit odd. This was going to be quite interesting… Jareth leads me outside of the castle walls and through the Labyrinth, with two goblins following closely behind just as protocol demands. There's warmth in the air a sort of warm mists that I somehow how find comforting. Many twist and turns later, we're halted in front of a stone like barn that stands in front of a pair of tall wooden door I never thought existed. After all, there was the labyrinth, the unmistakable bog of internal stench (god knows!), and the forever forest, but a barn, an aging stone barn that looks as though everyone forgot about it-or did no one ever learn of existence? Most importantly, what lies beyond those heavy wooden doors behind it?
"Open the barn." Jareth commands with a wave of the hand like he always does. Knowing the drill and what can happen if orders are disobeyed, the goblins comply and move quickly. The barn doors open with a loud creak signaling that they probably haven't been used in years, and muffled noises are heard.
"What the hells in there?" I ask arching in eyebrow.
Hearing me curse, a smirk plays across the king's face, "Watch and see Amethyst, some things require patience."
"As if you'd know the meaning of the word-" I argue but stop midway in my sentence, as a dozen goblins struggle to control the beautiful animals that are brought before me. Unicorns! There they are; three of them, all white from coat, to main, to tail, to the marvelous long horn top theirs heads.
"Oh!" I sequel, running up to one, "Unicorns!"
"Be gentle with them," Jareth commands the goblins, "they don't respond well to violence."
"Nor do they surrender in a fight." I gasp biting my lower lip in a smile.
"Which is why I thought you'd like them." Jareth smiles, "They sure as hell suit you well enough."
"Hello, what a lovely creature" I coo to the tallest one attempting to calm it down, "When hunted, these animals can only be summoned by virgins," I turn to Jareth, "of course these 'virgins' usually never agree to it. How did you get them?"
"I have my ways," he replies arrogantly.
"Of course," I roll my eyes but not even the king's arrogance can keep me angry for long; for I have pure creatures that stand before me, filled with hope and truth.
"I thought it best to give them to you so you could become better acclimated," Jareth mused softly petting one, "You cannot return to the Land of the Light, I forbid it, but I thought I'd bring a piece of your fallen kingdom to you."
"Why can't I?" I ask.
"I need you with me princess." Jareth says, "You will understand soon enough. Meanwhile," he claps his hands to summon his goblins, "Open the doors." The head goblin that seems to be commanding the troop of minions pulls out a large brass key from his cloak and hands it to Jareth.
"The key sire," the goblin bows, "just as you requested."
"Very good," Jareth says, "now you may go. Leave us, all of you." They obey and quickly scurry off bowing.
"Ah," I tease, "so your minions do not always have to be with you I see."
"This is my kingdom, they are my goblins; my subjects, I can do whatever I please."
"Perhaps this is the problem." I mumble quietly yet loud enough so that the king can hear me and I can have my kicks for the day. Of course he does hear-I make sure of this.
Jareth ignores me, places the key in the lock, and pushes the door open. Bright sunlight fights its way through the wood, until a colorfully lush garden is reveled. I gasp for this garden is not like the Forever Forest with its dark shadows and wild creatures. This place with its open meadows, trees, and pure rivers and streams, is free; the picture of careless, blissful, freedom...it resembles a place I was taken from, a place that once felt like home. Like the unicorns, how is something so innocent, so untouched, and still able to survive in such a corrupt place as Jareth's Labyrinth?
"It-It's beautiful." I whisper.
"Isn't it? So you like it? Good." Jareth says climbing on top a unicorn. "Shall we then?"
"What?" I ask, staring at the sight before me, too lost in thought.
"Come let's go for a ride."
"So nothing truly is as it seems." I say riding beside Jareth, marveling at the sights that greet me. Using all this morning, the Goblin King has taken the liberty of showing me all about this secret garden and by now it is early afternoon.
"No, nothing ever is." Jareth agrees, "My goblins do not even know of what lays beyond the garden doors; they have no idea this places exists. The doors of course, have not been opened in decades."
"Why?" I ask, "why keep freedom locked way?"
"Because, freedom is nonexistent." Jareth says
"In your kingdom, expect to you?" I ask sharply. The king gives me a cold stare and stops the unicorns in mid-gallop.
"This garden survives, only because it brings light where there is dark, light where only I allow it." Jareth says hopping down from the unicorn. There's another show-down coming on; I can feel it.
"No," I shake my head, "this place, these creatures," I stroke the main of the unicorn I'm riding, "exist and survive here because they are corruptible, even if they haven't been yet."
Jareth walks over to where I sit and stares at me for a moment as if considering what I said. "Let's rest." He says gently helping me off the unicorn, and leading me to a patch of grass on the hill. As he sets me down, I can't help but wonder what he means; after all, his type of "rest" and my type of "rest" have two totally different meanings. I lay down and the king rests his head on my stomach. For while, no words pass between us, only silence, as we both try to contemplate what the other is thinking, while watching the unicorns play around on the open meadows.
"How did you become king my lord?" I ask.
"What?"
"You heard me," I say again, "How did you become the terrible Goblin King that kidnaps babies, and corrupts the minds of young maidens and a certain princess?" I say dramatically sarcastic, "I want to know how you became a legend in these ridiculous mortal fairy tales. I must know your majesty." I can feel him smiling from hearing how greatly important his title is described.
Jareth sighs, "Let's just say I accept my kingship reluctantly."
"You do not desire to be king?" I ask trying to get more information to plan his demise.
"Oh I desire it just as I desire you," I let his hand run along my thigh.
"Well what is it then my lord?" I ask, "Are you miserable?"
"Not miserable, just incredibly bored governing a bunch of goblins all day. Wouldn't you be?"
"Terribly." I agree. "But your subjects adore you, they do everything you say, fulfill every command you give."
"I needed more." He tells me, "Wanted more. I craved a challenge." I know he speaks of his reasoning for the civil war with my father's kingdom.
"So a war was started and lives were lost because of your boredom!" I ask taking in what he has said news harshly.
"I needed to know and learn more of the strength of my power, my Amethyst," he explains, "I needed to know more then just labyrinth creatures cower before me. I needed to find an equal." I looked down at him as he plays with a purple lock that hangs loose from my hair. "I saw you in my crystal Amethyst, watched you even before this war."
"What are you saying?"
"You were fierce, rebellious…" Jareth's voice begins to sound far away.
"Untamable?" I ask, trying to prepare myself for whatever truths might spill from the king's perfect mouth.
"Untamable in your royal family," Jareth went on in laughter, "almost with no purpose but to challenge law and create chaos. What you to fail to realize, princess, what you don't know, is that we're much alike you and I. Your bewitchment excites me. I need you by my side, what we'd accomplish together is unlimited."
"A war was started because of me?" I ask flatly, "A war that exterminated nearly all of a great, powerful kingdom, because a brat ruler needed his bed warmed, and desired a test of his power!" So, this was the truth…
"When I want something I take it." Jareth shrugged sitting up now, "I saw you, wanted you."
"But you don't have me."
"No, not willing," Jareth admits as he begins to trail kisses along my neck, "I don't, but you'll come. Power and passion coincide in more ways in one, and on more occasions then history likes to give credit to. I don't know what you want princess, but I know you want something…There's nothing I won't deny you, if you won't deny me."
COPYRIGHT: 2006
BY: MaybeBaby17