Jareth's pale face was pinched up in annoyance, sitting across from Sarah as she boarded the magical golden carriage that would take them to the summer court.

"I can't believe you did that back there!" Sarah slightly rolled up her pale teal dress. It was annoyingly puffy.

"It's not my fault you don't know how to wear proper heels, I simply gave you a tiny push." The goblin king defended himself.

"You shoved me into a crowd of people and I tripped, I almost crushed a pixie! Eildor had to wrestle my sock away from a dwarf." The champion remembered the incident that early morning. She and Jareth had been waving goodbye to the citizens when Jareth had given her a push to the side saying 'oopsie!' before letting her fly. She fell into the waves of the crowd. Eildor and some guards had to tug her out.

"But the people like you, they think you are humorous person. But I have a plan now once we get to the summer court-"

"It can't involve stealing ah babe, again." Eildor said squeezing into the carriage.

"Well there goes my plan, thank you Eildor." Jareth said frowning towards the older man. He looked like a spoiled brat being told 'no'.

"You've actually stolen a baby before." Sarah asked raising a brow.

"It was a baby goat it doesn't count!" Eildor chuckled as Jareth tried to explain.

"The goat apparently was tae centaur kings daughter." Eildor shrugged. Sarah stared at the pair wondering how on earth that could ever happen.

"Well either way, we aren't stealing anything or anyone! We will do it the old fashion way and I will simply have to charm them all." She heard Jareth give a mocking snort of a laughter.

"They'll kick us out in seconds." He shook his head.

"Well weren't you the first one to suggest it you ass?" Sarah scowled. Nobody had woken up pleasantly that morning. They had spent an entire week preparing everything. Clothing, feasts, balls and a giant festival in the Goblin city. Though that sounded all nice, they barley had any time to actually rest. The festivities of the court would as well take another week.

"That's not true!" He sneered.

"Children, children please would ya be so kind and shut up? Ye keep bickering and bickering, yer like bloody parrots in a conversion." He sighed. "Now ah understand that this is very stressing."

"You're stressed as well!" Jareth pointed.

"No? Ah did'nt notice that!" Eildor rolled his eyes. "But ah control it cause I don't act like such a sissy." He glared at Jareth. "Now, Sarah is right, she has to walk in and impress them, with whatever skills she may have. First you will have lunch with them, then they will take you on a tour of the kingdom. After you will return back to get ready for that nights ball. There Jareth will propose and make it official to the kingdoms that the two of you shall be wed, the rest of the details will be for later." Eildor laid out the plan.

"Fine but if he keeps being annoying like this morning I won't budge!" Sarah spoke.

"Of course champion." Eildor shook his head. He felt much, much older than he was. Though Eildor was old in itself.

They arrived an hour later. Sarah had asked the carriages to stop so she could go out and stretch her legs. That had been a big mistake as nearby people bombarded her. Apparently the news about the champion of the labyrinth had spread, people were impressed and spooked a bit as well. How could such a young woman pass through the labyrinth? Some said she had powers, others that she cheated. Some women had even gotten jealous 'A human girl becoming the first queen of the labyrinth in centuries? If I knew he was looking for a mistress, he would have gotten one long ago'. But of course Sarah knew none of this was being said about her, the good or bad. They got back onto the carriage and argued for sometime before finally arriving at their destination.

The Fae kingdom was truly beautiful. Fountains sprung up at every center of markets and towns. Cobbled streets wound down elegant well structured buildings. Well dressed folks strolled down the streets in their pale clothes with their snobby faces.

Somehow it didn't feel right. It was to rigid and orderly, unlike Jareths kingdom where citizens danced around the streets drunk on life, buildings teetered and tootered painted bright colors. Banners and lights hung around everywhere, as sweet smoke hued lavender or crimson climbed up chimneys into the bright blue sky. This felt awkward and strict, Sarah certainly didn't like it that much.

"Lovely ain't it?" Eildor looked out the window, his face set in a bored tone. Jareth wore the same expression, he leaned against this window. Sarah couldn't but watch how strangely his eyes shone.

"Er...I suppose, in it's own way it's pleasing to the eyes, but it just seems so...boring." she finally let the secret out, though Sarah knew the two other men agreed with her.

"Well they are snobby Fae and elves, most are to be truthful. I'd rather be over with those damed fairies and listen to their annoying singing then listen to some of these people gossip and whine." Jareth muttered. Eildor shook his head in disapprovment.

"Shut up and at last try to be nice Jareth, don't back talk or be blunt." Eilfor turned to Sarah. " and you champion, smile sweetly and talk softly. People like I brought along Belle and some others to help you dress for each occasion, I would have brought someone for Jareth but he would have probably cursed them."

There where loud blaring horns heard from outside just as their carriage came to a halt.

"Ah, finally we're here!" Sarah's uneasiness slid back into that excitement and curiosity of coming here.

The doors of the carriage where unlocked and opened by Jareths guards who wore thick titanium chainmail and hard faces, unlike those of what seemed the king with his flashy golden ruby-encrusted guards.

Eildor was the first out. The older man always had a jump to his step, showing a wide smile and crooked yellow pointed teeth Giving you an uncomfortable feeling, that was if you didn't know him that well. His clothes where made of dark brown leather and a heavy fur cape making him look bigger than Eildor actually was.

"Your grandest majesty!" Eildor only tilted his head down in a greeting, earning glares from the crowd behind the guards.

"Eildor, it has been sometime since we've seen each other has it?" The king wasn't exactly the most handsome man. His graying beard was long enough, it had to be tucked into his belt underneath his round stomach. His skin saggy and gray, hands long and bony with aging spots. Some rumors had flown out about in the last few years that the king might be meeting his deathbed soon.

"It truly has been, now." He scooted to the side of the carriage door, a grin still wide on his face. As the long slender figure that was Jareth slithered out of the carriage. He wore an arragont mask, standing taller than the king, acting more imposing.

"High king..." Jareth bowed. The gesture was returned. "I present to you, the champion of the labyrinth, Sarah." He extended his hand into the carriage. From the kings view, a tanned hand gently grasped Jareths striking oddly against his paler one. Slowly a puffy teal dress was exhibited along with the beauty. For those in the labyrinth she was almost strange, yet pretty in every way. With her chestnut dark hair curled and styled up, glittering soft hued pearls upon her neck and soft round features almost childish. Sarah began to feel somewhat unsure. Looking around behind the king she saw gorgeous women. She desperately wanted to hide back into the carriage.

"It is my deepest honour to meet the champion of the labyrinth." The king bowed deeply, grasping Sarah's other hand and placing a dry kiss onto it. Jareth frowned pulling her towards him slightly.

"Come now, we shall make the announcement that the champion has arrived. For all seelie shall know!" this didn't sound to good.