A/N: Let's have a look at how Jareth and Sarah handle the mundane tasks of royal everyday life shall we?

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Jareth sat back in his chair, tossed his crescent-moon shaped spectacles on the cluttered desk, and massaged his throbbing temples. The edge of his white sleeves were stained black and was certain that he was rubbing ink on his head but was far too exhausted to care.

He'd been cooped up in the castle study for the past four hours poring over paperwork. It was a tedious job but, as king, it was his responsibility to make sure that all decrees were hand-written and signed, all petitions were reviewed, and all foreign correspondence was read and/or copied, then destroyed and replies promptly sent out.

The Goblin King's desk was now covered with piles of open books and stacks of parchment (some of which were crumpled). His now empty ink bottle lay on its side next to his thoroughly worn out feather pen.

Just as he was about to force himself to his feet, the study door suddenly swung open with a heavy crash and the Goblin Queen stormed into the room.

Jareth's eyebrows raised in astonishment at his wife's current state.

Her once lovely long-sleeved maroon dress with gold trimming was ripped and singed in numerous places. The fabric, as well as her face, was stained with mud, grass, and soot.

Despite this, the Goblin King couldn't help the lecherous grin that spread across his face at the sight of her creamy legs peeking through the tattered remains of her skirt, as well as her heaving breasts, six-month pregnant stomach and angrily flushed cheeks.

"Dear God, how do you always manage to look so…delicious?" He asked, rising from his chair and crossing to her. With a growl, he quickly pulled Sarah into his arms and buried his face in her neck.

"Ew! Jareth don't, I'm all dirty and gross!" She cried, squirming in his grasp.

"Then you're the sexiest dirty and gross I've ever seen." He purred but released her with a chaste kiss on the shoulder.

Sarah stomped over to the stool on the other side of the desk and plopped down muttering a curse under her breath. Jareth followed behind closely, but with caution.

"So, how was your outing in the Labyrinth?" He asked carefully. When she didn't answer immediately, he started firmly kneading her shoulders.

Just as the tension was began to leave her muscles, Sarah spoke.

"Am I losing my edge?"

Jareth's stopped his ministrations.

"What do you mean, darling?"

Sarah stroked her swollen belly before continuing.

"You know how I was supposed to address the latest string of complaints about the Firey Gang today? Well, I don't know, it was just impossible to wrangle them! They were completely out of control, it was insane! It didn't matter what I said or did, they just wouldn't listen to me! They all just laughed at me and kept singing and setting everything on fire! It was humiliating!"

Jareth knelt down beside his wife and turned her chin towards him.

"Precious, how can you possibly question yourself just because the silly Firey Gang ignored you? You know perfectly well that those singing buffoons don't respect anyone. Remember the last time I had to go out and deal with them?"

A little smile graced Sarah's lips at the memory.

Her husband had made the mistake of approaching the Firey's in his owl form. Let's just say that when he came back to the castle, he'd been missing quite a few feathers.

"Can't we just send them all to the Bog of Eternal Stench or something?"

Jareth chuckled at her suggestion.

Usually, Sarah considered a dip in the Bog to be a fate worse than death. The Firey Gang must have done a real number on her nerves this time.

"Unfortunately, that only makes things worse, my dear. You see, that was my brilliant solution to the Firey problem a few decades after I established myself as king. At the time, I didn't realize that there were literally hundreds of the little buggers; you could smell them all over the Labyrinth. I even received complaints from the neighboring kingdoms! To make matters worse, they still sang and pranked every goblin and runner traveling through their forest. So ultimately, I'd only managed to make them even more unbearable."

Sarah shuddered at the thought of the Firey Gang smelling rotten. Their current exasperating habits were already more than she could handle.

"Wait a minute, they don't smell bad now. I thought that you stunk for the rest of your life if you touched the Bog water."

Jareth grimaced.

"Normally you do, but they managed to get rid of the smell by burning their skin off and then growing it back. It wasn't pretty."

"Gross."

"Indeed. You know little Stellan came up with an interesting idea about how to deal with them last night. He thought that we should throw an annual party for them in the Goblin City."

"A party?!"

"Yes, it was rather amusing. He said that perhaps they wouldn't be so 'annoying' all the time if we made them feel 'special' every once in a while."

Sarah groaned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Man, even my three-year-old has better ideas than me!"

"Oh hardly, love. Now calm down, all this stress isn't good for you or the baby." Jareth soothed, putting his arms around her.

"I'M A BAD MOTHER TOO!" Sarah wailed as she burst into tears.

Jareth sighed heavily.

When his wife had been pregnant with Stellan, her temper had been formidable and unpredictable. Now, she was prone to crying at the drop of a hat. Still, he would take tears over inanimate objects hurled at his head any day.

The Goblin King scooped his weeping queen into his arms and carried her around the desk to his chair. Sitting her down across his lap, he conjured a clean hanky and dabbed at the tears sliding down her cheeks.

"There, there precious. Now that's enough. You are not a bad mother and you know it and I said that Stellan's idea was interesting, not ingenious. An annual party would never work because the goblins hate the Firey Gang. They'd beat those flaming fools into a bloody pulp if they so much as set one foot in the Goblin City."

Sarah sniffled and took the hanky so she could blow her nose.

"Can't be worse than what I ended up doing today."

"Oh, piffle! If you could handle my entire Labyrinth when you were fifteen years old, I'm sure that whatever you did with them today was perfectly astute. Now, tell me what you did."

Sarah glanced around the room nervously before whispering:

"I tore them limb from limb and hid the pieces all over the Labyrinth. I also tied their beaks shut."

Silence hung in the air for a long moment and Sarah was just about to start sobbing all over again before Jareth roared with laughter. In one swift movement, he stood up from the chair and swung her around in circles.

"Jareth! Jareth stop! Have you gone crazy?! Stop, I'm getting dizzy!"

"Oh you brilliant, brilliant woman! You really are no ordinary girl are you?" Jareth shouted, spinning faster.

"Jareth, what the hell are you talking about?! Put me down!"

Finally, Jareth set her on her feet and placed his hands on either side of her face.

"Precious, don't you see? The Firey Gang are party animals in every sense of the word and you just made a wonderful game for them to play! It'll be like a massive scavenger hunt for them."

"But-but, I felt so guilty pulling them apart and-"

"Why would you feel guilty? You know the Firey Gang rip their limbs off for recreation all the time. They enjoy it, and since there's so many of them, it will be a long time before they put themselves back together again, and it'll be quiet too, since you gagged them!"

"So, I haven't lost my edge? I am a good queen?"

"Of course you're a good queen, love! You've managed to solve an age-old problem in the Labyrinth that even I never thought of! You're amazing, you're incredible, you're wonderful, you're-"

"Okay, okay, okay! Thank you Jareth, I feel much better now."

Jareth relaxed and lowered his hands to entangle with his mate's.

"Good, because if I hear you doubting your executive or mothering skills again, I'll be forced to place you in an oubliette until you come to your senses." His mismatched eyes twinkled playfully. "Now, what do you say to a bath?"

"I say that's the best suggestion I've heard all day." Sarah sighed happily. "By the way, did you know that you have ink on your face?"

A/N: Well guys, I'm going to take a teeny-tiny break with this story to focus on my multi-chapter fan-fic. This has been so much fun and I love you guys for supporting me! Let me know what you think of this chapter in a review and keep an eye out for my new story.