I, unfortunately, do not own the movie Labyrinth, or any of the characters involved in the movie.

As I leave her room, I go to my study. This girl…who exactly is she? She arrives out of nowhere with her ridiculous vest and wearing trousers of all things, and yet I am happy that she is here. I want her to be here. Which confuses me. No one stands up to me like that, without fear. In fact, I rather enjoy their fear, and I make a point to keep coming. I'm sure by now that wench with the grey eyes from the ball last week has told everyone about the way I…enjoyed our time together. Her moans and shrieks were quite lovely. And no healer in the land can remove those marks I put on her flesh. Oh, they will fade…eventually.

But why was it even as that serving girl (what was her name? Lillith? Jewel? Gemma? I never can keep their names straight…) even as she was twisting and writhing beneath me, I was thinking of a pair of green eyes? Ones remarkably similar to the ones on my new guest…

The staccato rhythm of my riding crop on my boot helps me think, helps soothe me. Even as she walked in earlier I was thinking of dark chestnut hair framing emerald eyes. They have been haunting my thoughts for years. Why is that? And why does it seem so natural for her to say my name? I highly doubt her title as Champion would not grant her that power with me.

I stare into the fire as the thoughts play though my mind, puzzle pieces with no rhyme or reason to them, only to be interrupted by a goblin scurrying up to me and attempting to bow. Clumsy little creature.

"Well? What is it?"

"You Highness, the High King is here for you! The High Queen is too!"

"And what would my mother and father be doing here, pray tell?"

"They didn't say. They just asked for you, My King."

"Well, then, I suppose I shouldn't keep Mother and Father waiting. Show them to the nice parlor. And make sure to get them some wine." The goblin bows again and runs out. I stand and stretch, then disappear.

I stroll into the parlor, tapping my ridding crop to the beat of my footsteps. My father rises angrily. "Where have you been? We've been waiting on you for over an hour, Jareth!"

"I had business to take care of. Perhaps if you had decided to inform me that you were coming, I would have been a little more prepared."

"Every time we try, you inform us that it isn't a good time. "

"Yes, well, I would think you would get the hint."

"Jareth,-"My father's angry retort is cut off by my mother.

"I'm sure he was very busy, my dear."

"If my responsibilities bother you that much, Father, you could have chosen not to send me away when I was only a hundred. Then, perhaps I would want to see your face." I watch him stutter for a moment, offended by my bluntness, then turn to my mother. "And Mother, you look more beautiful every day."

As I hug my mother, she hugs me back, and I know she still regrets her inability to convince her husband to change his mind all those years ago. She chuckles at me, and playfully swats my arm. "Mother, what brings you to my humble abode?"

"Humble is right. How can you live in this filth?" my father interrupts.

"Well, maybe if I had been able to stay home for a while longer as I was supposed to, I would have been more comfortable in a proper setting like your castle. However, being here and having goblins for housekeepers makes that a bit difficult. Mother, yet again, what brings you here?"

"I wanted to check on my son. And your father thinks he has found a wife for you."

"Again? That has yet to work. I find each one more repulsive than the last. You would think he would realize that."

"I have told him my dear. But he seems rather determined that you should marry."

"And I am rather determined that I should not."

"Jareth, at least meet her."

"Oh, it's someone new! How refreshing. Will you be staying for dinner, Mother?"

"I will, but your father has some business to attend to."

"Perfect. Father, you know where the door is. If you will excuse me, Mother, I will be back shortly. I must warn the kitchen and arrange a few other matters."

I disappear, only to reappear in the goblin common room. "Blinky."

A small goblin detaches herself from the group and hurries over to me. "Did you mean Winky, Sire? There is no Blinky."

"Close enough. I take it you are Winky?" At her curtsey and confirmation, I continue, "You just got promoted to handmaid. Now, go inform the Lady Sarah that she will be eating in her room tonight."

I disappear, and leave to tell the kitchen of the new arrangement.

I slowly woke up to a small creature rather close to my face. I scream and scramble away,

It attempts what I can only assume is a curtsey. "The King sent me to help! M'name's Winky, ma'am."

I look around and slowly remember where I am. The Castle Beyond the Goblin City. I'm in the Labyrinth. I'm back. I look over at the goblin. "Winky? I'm Sarah. I'm sorry I screamed."

She shakes her head. "It's not a problem, m'lady."

"So, I suppose it's time for me to get ready for dinner?"

She shakes her head. "The King said the plans changed. He said you are to eat here tonight. His parents arrived unexpectedly, so I'm sure he's looking forward to dinner with his mother."

I quickly make a decision I may come to regret. "Winky, help me get ready. I'm meeting the High King and Queen tonight."

And, after a slight argument, she runs to tell the kitchen, then returns to help me to get ready. I wear a deceptively simple gown. It is a light green with a forest green over dress and a wide, golden jeweled belt with matching bands around the arms. The empire waistline It has a slight train and the sleeves have one layer that is part of the under dress and are tight fitting to my wrists, and another layer that loosened at the arm bands and drape down.

For my hair I chose to pin a small section from each side of my head back with a small jeweled hair clasp. Add a necklace and earrings, and I am ready. Winky guides me to the dining room, then rushes off, terrified of Jareth's reaction to my disobedience.

I take a deep breath, hiding that I'm terrified of his reaction as well, but determined not to let him hide me away like he's embarrassed of me. I open the door and enter the dining room to two very surprised royals.

I curtsey as deeply as I can, and say, "I'm sorry to intrude but I did not feel like eating alone in my rooms this evening, your Majesty."

Jareth wastes no time to angrily respond. "Well as a matter of fact,-"

"I wasn't speaking to you Jareth." I level my gaze at him, noticing out of the corner of my eye the way his mother looks at him, shocked and confused.

"Well, Sarah, I believe you should return to your room now."

"No, I don't think I shall, thank you. Unless her Majesty wishes it…?"

"No. Sit, please. It isn't often I see my son in a situation like this." She, at least, seems entertained rather than offended.

"Thank you, your Royal Highness." I start to take the seat she indicated, but Jareth stands up.

"Go to your room. Sarah, don't defy me! You're no match for me, Sarah."

"My will is as strong as yours, Jareth! I will eat dinner in here if I so please!" He looks at me and I can tell how annoyed he is. "What are you going to do, Jareth? Throw a snake at my neck and have it transform into a scarf? Been there, done that. I will eat dinner in here. I am not the same girl who was here last, Jareth. I am no longer a child. And I would greatly appreachiate it if you would remember that, and treat me accordingly. I understand that here, in your culture I am barely more than a child, but in mine, I am an adult."

He stares at me in shock as I sit down. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Please forgive my rudeness."

"No, all is forgiven. I have never seen anyone hold their own with my son like that. What did he say your name was?"

"Oh! I'm sorry, how terribly impolite of me. I am Sarah Williams, Champion of the Labyrinth, your Highness."

"Please, call me Titania. And did you say Champion of the Labyrinth? I was unaware that there was one."

"You do me an honor. I must ask that you call me Sarah, if I am to call you by your given name. It is unfortunate that Jareth has forgotten my run."

"And he allows you to call him Jareth?" Her astonishment is clear.

"Not quite. I believe it is simply a case of I have the upper hand because I know things he does not. He really can't argue too much."

As the evening wears on, Jareth slowly warms up a little, and Titania and I have promised to visit no matter if I stay in the Underground or not. Apparently it is one of my rights as Champion.

After dinner, I retire upstairs to my room, allowing the Jareth and Titania some mother and son time.

"Jareth, who is she?"

"Mother, she told you who she is."

"That's not what I meant. Who is she to you? How does she already know some of the political games? Human politics are nothing like ours."

"I don't know, Mother. She only just arrived today, making claims about being here before and being Champion. I know it's true because of the rules of the Labyrinth. But because of those same rules, she is forbidden to tell me. She can hint, but can't just tell me about her time here. I don't know anything more than what you have heard. Just that the Labyrinth herself is on her side." I sprawl into my chair. "If I knew who she was I would have sent her home by now."

"Why do you let her call you Jareth?"

"I haven't quite had time to make her fear me the way she should yet. I doubt the Labyrinth has told her all the rules involving guests here."

After a moment's silence, the conversation drifted to other topics, mostly just catching up on each other's lives. It wasn't until she was leaving that my Mother brought Sarah back up.

"Jareth, I have a good feeling about this girl. Don't let her get away. She's important. But something is coming. A storm I can't see. It will try to rip her away. And if you let it, it will succeed. Trust me, my son, she is more precious than you know."

I always forget that my maternal grandmother was a seer. None of us inherited the trait, but my mother occasionally had feelings that were surprisingly correct. And it would appear that she has one about Sarah.

We say goodbye and I go upstairs even more confused and a little alarmed. How in all of the Underground is a mere, foolish, headstrong, proud, obnoxious, human girl important? She will easily break, just like any human. Soon, she will decide to return home, and I will gain my memories back as hers fade. After all, no human is ever comfortable in the Underground. She probably won't sleep tonight, and after another day or two will give up. I'm honestly surprised she even fought that hard to hold on to her memories. Most humans hate even the memory of the Underground. I climb the stairs, too wrapped up in my own thoughts to use magic. Besides, I enjoy walking through my kingdom, whether it is my castle or my lands.

I stop at a window and stare out, tracing the ever changing paths of my Labyrinth with my eyes. Even after all this time she has secrets. I finally turn and finish going up to my room. Hopefully those secrets will be brought to light soon.

A/N

Alrighty! Well, do you like chapter 3? What do you think of Titania? I don't think you have seen the last of her! Or Jareth's daddy either...

Oh and on her dress, think Morgana's green dress from Merlin. (you can just google Morgana Merlin green dress).