May sat sideways on Jareth's throne and sang at the top of her lungs, listening to the echoes that bounced back at her. Laughing at all the high notes she butchered. The truth was, she loved having free range of the castle. She felt like she could breathe, that was unless her solitude was broken.
"Are we having fun my queen." A goblin had snuck in while the young woman was preoccupied.
"What did you call me?" May swung her legs around so she was sitting in the chair the proper way.
"My queen…" the goblin choked out.
"I am not the fucking queen of anything." Her voice grew dark and sharp.
"But.. I thought.. So you are just a conso-"
"finished that word and you'll be missing a head."
"No need to torment my subjects…" Jareth walked into the throne room and put a hand on May's shoulder to calm her down. "That's my job."
"Get your fucking hand off me!" the young woman smacked his hand away as the goblin fled the room.
"What do you want?" the king asked feeling defeated.
"I want to know that they're alright."
"I can assure you, Jayden and the girl are perfectly fine."
"And the others?" a silence fell over the room. "That's what I thought." May started to walk away when Jareth opened his mouth.
"There's a gala in a neighboring kingdom tonight. If you wish to go."
May stopped for a moment, then continued on.
"It may be good for a change in scenery." He said again.
"Fine…"
Like the perusal, Lady Serkirk had thrown the most magnificent gala. The ballroom had been dressed in white and gold, as to match the Lady's oversized gown. There was a never ending amount of food and liquors, and all the guests wore their animal masks. The party would have been perfect if Lady hadn't invited that barn owl.
The party seemed to stand still when that joke of a king entered the ball. Though he wore white and silver alike the rest of the guests, his escort was dressed only in black. Her dress stopped at her mid-thigh and she wore boots that went to her knees. Her mask was that of a black sheep, fitting as it was, Lady didn't seem so pleased.
"My oh my Jareth. Who is this?" Lady Serkirk didn't even attempted to hide her dislike.
"Why Lady this is…."
"May." The woman took Lady's hand and shook it in a manner that befitted businessmen. The goblin king then slowly removed her from Lady as gracefully as he could.
"Not much manners in this one." Lady said while cleaning her hand on her handkerchief. The young woman looked at Lady with such cold eyes, even I from this distance could feel their pierce.
"My apologies. Sorry if I fucking offended you." The woman smirked then started towards the servant with the wine tray.
"Forgive her Lady, She is still new."
"What do you mean new?" Lady asked concerned.
"Well she is… is talking with your servant. Excuse me." Jareth made his way over to the young woman who was talking with the wine dwarf.
"Why is it that all the servants here are dwarfs?" the woman in black asked the dwarf.
"That is because we are lesser." The dwarf answered as if she should already know.
"Dwarfs aren't any lesser than any other creature." Suddenly May was pulled away from her conversation by the king of elves.
"Madam please, don't concern yourself with such filth." The heavy set man said. The dwarf walked away in a hurry.
"You aren't talking about the dwarfs are you?" the woman crossed her arms.
"I know it isn't the perfect situation, but what do you aspect? Lady Serkirk is the Queen of the dwarfs."
"So everyone here is the king or queen of a creature, yet they are not said creature?" the Elf King looked at her as if she herself was merely a child.
"Of course, everyone who is a leader is a Fae. Like you or me, anything less would be laughable."
The woman shot the man with an icy stare then pulled on his bear mask and let the mask go, allowing it to smack his face.
"Well I'm not Fae. I don't know why, but your kind makes me miss the labyrinth." She started to walk away but the Elf king grabbed onto her.
"This party is for Fae and staff only."
((I have Mid-terms coming up so it might take awhile for the next chapter))