One would be surprised at how well the kingdom up held it's name after the Princess Sarah suddenly mysteriously appeared back in the kingdom late one night, along with a grumpy dwarf, a fox that thought it was a knight and a walking shag carpet.

In fact, most neighbouring enemies would usually take the royal families quietness over the sudden reappearance as an admission of guilt and would immediately attack and obliterate the whole kingdom, pillaging, and burning, and leaving everyone for dead. Then again, usually the Princesses of said Kingdom's were not rumoured to be romantically involved with an all powerful, godlike being with mild anger issues concerning beings he deemed his property to the point of obliterating anyone who so much a sneezed in the general direction of his favourite obsession.

Usually.

As of such, Sarah's Kingdom was fairly safe.

As for the people of the Underground, they rejoiced in their beloved Princess's return because she was beautiful and kind and it also meant that they could have a month long grand celebration filled with booze and dancing.

The Princess however, did not join in on any of the merry making, having turned into a much more reflective young woman. She was frequently seen, out and about with her brother, strolling peacefully in the gardens, partaking in royal grievances and council meetings and sometimes, very late at night, so late that the moon often had started to go down and the sky is tinged to the golden orange of a new morn, a flickering candle light can be seen from her window. And maybe, if you were to peer closely or use a telescope and invade her privacy, you would notice her sitting by that window, writing page after page by the flickering light, and crying to herself. Very quietly. So that no one would ever know her sadness.

The chances of someone doing that however are very low, as most people are still passed out at that time or even still drinking.

Sarah was lying lazily, snuggled against the snoring Ludo in the dappled sunlight under a ripe plum tree. It was pleasantly warm, almost a little to hot in the sun and the branches were simply bursting with the vibrant, purple fruit, bees humming softly about them.

This was by far her favourite spot in the whole palace.

The high walls of the palace orchard kept her hidden but the rows of endless trees reminded her fondly of her forest home.

There weren't enough birds though. The gardeners frightened them off.

And the Dryads were too snooty and didn't like to come out. And really they should, she was after all a Princess and if anyone had a right to be snooty and reclusive, it was her.

Didymus, who was curled in a tight ball, a single paw clutching her shirt, twitched his greying snout slightly in his sleep, muttering something along the lines of, "Onward my valiant stead."

Two years after his traumatic experience in that man's dungeons and he was doing rather well for himself, Sarah thought. Perhaps a little greyer and boy, did he sleep a lot more, but Sir Didymus was faring well. Especially for someone who was supposed to be guarding the crown Prince with his life.

Not far away, Sarah could hear the high squeals of her little brother followed by the grumbling of a grumpy dwarf. Five years old and already Toby was worse than he was when he was a baby. She would swear on her father's crown that the boy could not shut up more than two minutes.

Sarah, Sarah! Why was the sky blue, Sarah? Sarah? What do pigeons talk about?

Sarah carefully untangled herself from Didymus and Ludo without waking them. They deserved the sleep.

Do you think a pigeon and a dragon could hold a conversation Sarah? Is that possible? Why do I have to eat my diiiiiiinneeeeer?

Dusting the dirt off her practical riding skirt, Sarah set off to find her little brother and her favourite dwarf, sending the peaceful Ludo and Didymus one last glance.

Sarah? If you wanted to, could you run to the end of the earth? Then what Sarah? Do you fall off a cliff into nothingness or is it like a giant dome with the sky at the top and the earth at the bottom and you'd just go splat against the sky?

And there was of course another man in her life who wouldn't seem to stop asking questions, Sarah thought, pursing her lips grumpily. Although his seemed to be a lot more repetitive.

Sarah? Will you come back to me? Be my Queen? Mine for eternity? Will you fear me? Will you love me? Will you always do as I say? Oh my precious Sarah...

Why couldn't no just mean no to that God-forsaken man? She frowned, until she caught a glimpse of golden yellow curls hiding high up in a tree, and a small dwarf standing below said tree, threatening it like there was no tomorrow.

"I'll leave ya up there. Swear I will. Yous won't see nothin' more of me."

Sarah grinned. "Hoggle, what are you doing? Surely you know that's just a tree?"

Hoggle turned and glowered which would have been frightening if he wasn't half her height. The golden mass of curls in the tree giggled, which made Hoggle glower some more.

"Yous shouldn't go encouraging him like that." He said giving the tree a half hearted kick, "Won't come down now yer playin' along too."

"Playing along with who Hoggle? It's only you and me here." Sarah smiled sweetly and the tree giggled a little harder. "I just came to let you know that..." Sarah looked about her like she was about to share a big secret that she didn't want anyone else to hear. "... Marcel said that the royal guards told him that the Queen specifically ordered if they couldn't find Prince Tobias in the next fifteen minutes, then he wouldn't get any elven sweets after dinner tonight."

The golden mop of curls seemed to stare daggers at the pair.

"And," Sarah continued, "she said you could have them instead."

With a huff of annoyance, little Toby scrambled down the tree, landing heavily on his bottom.

"Oh my goodness!" Sarah exclaimed fair to dramatically, "Toby! Where in the twelve kingdoms did you appear from?"

"I was hiding Sarah." He said pulling on his red tunic bashfully.

Sarah gasped, looking at Hoggle with her best, 'Who would have known?' face. Hoggle just humphed, and crossed his arms grumpily.

"It was a pretty good spot wasn't it? The little boy crowed. "You didn't even know I was there."

"Yes she did." Hoggle grumbled, kicking at a clod of dirt.

Toby stuck his tongue out. "You're just jealous because you don't get any elven sweets." And with that, the bundle of energy took off towards the castle, waving a toy sword about, occasionally whacking at branches that dared to get in his way.

Hoggle gave Sarah a sideways glance.

"The Queen didn' really say that?"

Sarah shook her head.

"Nup. I have no idea what she said. She's still with father."

Hoggle frowned slightly.

"He's not taking things well, is he?"

Sarah flopped to the ground.

"He did have a fae messing with his mind for over sixteen years Hoggle."

Hoggle struggled to the ground. His legs weren't what they used to be. Sarah saw them once after she had come back, when she went to the healers to fetch a draught to help father sleep. They were all twisted like an old tree's roots and sometimes they oozed putrid, bright yellow pus.

He didn't mention her seeing them. She didn't mention her seeing them either. It was just one of those things they didn't talk about. So they just sat together instead, surrounded by trees and the sticky, sweet scent of plums, which hung heavily in the air.

"I've written a book." She said quite suddenly, pulling the little booklet out of a pocket and passing it to Hoggle.

Hoggle stared down at it for a moment, a gnarled finger tracing over the looping, gold embossed front cover before turning back to Sarah.

"I still can't read."

Sarah scooted closer to him with a sigh and a roll of the eyes.

"It's called 'The Labyrinth,'" She said, opening one the book and casually leafing through to one of the illustrations, showing a young girl peering around the edge of a leafy maze, her hand grasping at the hand of a familiar looking, lumpy dwarf. "It's a bunch of stories about the Labyrinth to let my people know about it so they won't be afraid of magic anymore."

Hoggle let out a rare, wistful grin, looking intently at the picture.

"Just you wait Hoggle!" Sarah exclaimed, slowly getting more and more excited, "I'm going to educate my people. No more drunken celebrations and just getting by season to season. After father's gone, we're going to need a strong leader and I'm going to build an empire."

Hoggle continued to flip through the crisp, white pages before coming to a stop on one portraying a beautiful, young woman with a dreamy, far-off look on her face, who was being wantonly kissed by an equally stunning creature, much to the dismay of the dwarf in the picture, who seemed to be trying to desperately warn the woman.

"Now what's this page all about Sarah?" Hoggle asked looking appalled.

"Oh," Sarah grinned sheepishly, "That's the page warning people not to kiss the fair folk or else they'll fall under their thrall." She said looking down to hide her blush.

"Sarah..." Hoggle started, his voice mortified, "Yer know I only told you that to stop you from goin' 'bout kissin' random strangers, right?"

Sitting high up in a tree above her head where Toby had just been hiding, a lone white owl clucked, tilting his head to one side. He was going to kill that dwarf one day.

"Say yes." He panted, short, sharp breaths against her sweat sheened neck.

Skin slid against skin. Legs tangled together and long, pale fingers tangled in longer, dark hair.

"Be my Queen Sarah." He implored now, entwining his fingers with hers, "Be mine."

"Jareth I- Oh!" He lost sight of her beautiful, beautiful green eyes, as they rolled backwards into her head.

"Uh, oh Gods! Jareth!" Her breath hitched, once, twice before she made a high, keening noise and, eventually she fell back against the bed, flushed and breathless.

"Say yes." He begged softly, stroking her hair back from her face. "You could have everything you desire. Only fear me, love me and do as I say. Would that be so hard?"

Sarah smiled gently, in that innocent, heavenly way that only she could, her fingers finding their way into his hair just as they had in the forest all those years ago before mashing her mouth against his, hard and tender and oh so delicious.

What felt like an eternity later, he came back up, gulping for air.

"Say yes." He whispered, pressing his slick forehead against hers.

She brushed her hand against his cheek, still smiling that same small smile, her beautiful, beautiful green eyes glittering against her now pale face.

"You have no power over me." She murmured, her breath on his lips, as she slowly faded away.
Like every other night Jareth, King of the Goblins woke up angry and confused. Hurting and cursing.

Like every other night, Jareth, King of the Goblins woke up alone.

It hurt. It truly did. Once again he stood in the room of stairs confessing his love and devotion to her and once again simply she stood there.

Speechless.

Her rosy lips frozen once again, in a perfect 'O.'

Jareth took one step towards the apparition in white, then another, then another, until he was face to face with her.

Sarah.

He reached forward one shaking hand, as if to stroke, as if to caress that rounded cheek.

But his fingers went to far and they slipped through the crystalline dream, reducing it to all it ever was. A swirl of silver against the cold, hard ground.

He had relived this moment so many times with his illusions that the Goblin King was beginning to forget what was fact and what was fiction. Only one fact truly remained.

She had left.

He had no power over her.

And it hurt. It hurt so much that it burned away at his heart all his waking hours.

Maybe he was a masochist.

This gave him reason to grin. Well he might have been but she certainly wasn't. He knew full well how she liked it.

Sweet. Gentle. Soft and long.

He shuddered slightly, imaginary finger nails gliding over his chest. Any way she wanted it. Glancing out the arched window, he watched the last golden rays of light disappear from the blood red sky.

While she may have paraded her victory during day, the night was truly his.

She sat, straddling his hips, moans slipping passed his lips with each rocking motion.

"Say yes." He begged, gently cradling her hips. "I could make you so happy. Only say yes."

She only laughed, her beautiful, cruel eyes glittering victoriously.

"You have no power over me."

Twenty-one years old. That is how old Sarah was when she turned from Princess Sarah to Queen Sarah.

It had just been too much for her father. He was frequently having nervous break-downs and he had to spend either most of his time in bed or out in the gardens getting well needed fresh air. The Lady Irene was his constant companion, reading to him, pointing out new things in the garden everyday, finding little trinkets and board games to amuse him with.

Sarah thought it was very romantic.

Unfortunately it left her with all the meetings and work.

Sarah looked out over the long table filled with various Kings (No other Queens sadly) from reigning lands that had filled her dining hall.

"I call this meeting to order." She nearly had to yell to be heard, which she hated because it seemed so unprofessional.

Slowly the hub-bub died down, and Sarah leaned back in her chair hoping no-one saw her wince. Meetings meant fancy clothes. Deep red robes with a golden thread. How did one make such a garment not look shapeless on the female form? It was simple. A corset. What was the second bane of her existence after a very demanding Goblin King? Sarah sourly picked at her soft cheeses and grapes. Corsets.

On of these days she was going to make them illegal, but she had more pressing matters at the moment.

"I'd like to stake a claim on half of the wild lands.' She announced in the strongest voice she could muster, hoping no-one would call her out. "The land borders on my own and the Goblin King's. It is uninhabited and unclaimed but the soil is fertile and as my Kingdom begins to expand, we need more land for agriculture to provide food for my people. Does anyone object to this?" She asked, sending a pointed look about the room.

"Mi'Lady?" asked one of the younger Kings. He had a scragglier beard than most and rather mousy hair. "Are your people not frightened of the Goblin King? Surely you don't want his wrath upon your lands?"

Sarah shrugged as regally as she could. How does one shrug regally?

"Not particularly, but my people do not fear the Wild King. We have had a book on folklore circulating for some years now explaining why one must not fear the fair folk. I would be willing to sell the rights to your kingdom for the right price." Sarah smiled sweetly, "As for the land, I believe that I have as good a claim as he to take it, and I'm leaving him half for his own purposes."

"You could have it all if you wanted." A familiar voice announced by her ear. Sarah nearly groaned out-loud as she watched a trickle of silver glitter land on her shoulder.

Great, now she had to deal with not only wearing a corset but also the Goblin King. "You could have anything you want... if you married me."

It was like neither of them were aware they were in a towering hall, surrounded by gawking nobles who watched the pair, one submerged in blacks, purple and blues and the other proudly in red, a circlet of gold resting delicately on her dark head.

"Goblin King. How nice of you to join us." The Queen said nonchalantly, picking up a grape and examining it between her forefinger and her thumb.

"Anything for you, my pet." He smiled, leaning closer. She would neither encourage him, nor tell him off, much to the dismay of every other male in the room. Everyone secretly wanted Queen Sarah but at the same time, everyone knew that only a select type of man would be able to handle her. Much like Beyonce. Whoever that was.

"So are you going to sit down and eat my lord, or are you going to continue skulking around my shoulder like a creep?" She asked sweetly, fluttering her eyelashes.

He smirked, "I'm ravenous."

The Queen did not even blink as the Wild King swooped down and swallowed the grape the Queen had been holding in her fingers, staying entirely to long to suck at her fingers, watching her face intently the whole time. The Queen merely stared straight ahead, looking very, very bored.

It was incredibly uncomfortable for everyone who was watching and mildly disappointing because who didn't want to suck on Queen Sarah's fingers? It was a great honour.

"Are you quite done?" She asked in a flat voice, withdrawing her fingers and wiping them on his cloak.

"Delicious." He sighed with a satisfied smack, eyes glazed over.

The Queen frowned at him slightly before turning and realising she had a rather large audience of gaping males.

Turning back to the Goblin King, she whispered something in his ear, making him scowl darkly.

"And?" He thundered, "What of it?"

The Queen merely rolled her eyes, and glanced out the window at the brewing storm clouds.

"Fine." The King hissed, "Your way as usual. I'll see you tonight my darling."

The Queen smirked, "In your dreams."

The King bowed low, giving her hand a long, open-mouthed kiss.

"As always."

And with that the Wild King disappeared in a flurry of glitter and smoke, leaving his would-be Queen and a hall full of nobles in painful silence.

Fin Bitches. (JK, you're not my bitches)

To answer some possible questions, this whole epilogue can be interpreted any way you want, like if you think that it could have totally worked out between Jareth and Sarah in this fic, I have given you the opportunity to do as such. If you believe that it was a severely abusive relationship that would have never happened, you can also take it like that.

Much like the original Labyrinth, it's not a happy ending or a sad ending. It's AN ending. Y'know?

I think I've covered most things. Hoggle, Ludo and Didymus, live out the rest of their lives in the castle. They're just to old and frail to live alone in a forest anymore and they can't go home because evil Goblin dicks. I think they have a little hut at the very bottom of the garden and they just kind of chill.

Robert kind of gets screwed up too so he had to abdicate and he's not insane but like, there is that potential there. Irene loves him though, and looks after him and Toby to the best of her abilities.

Phillip has lots and lots of little baby pigs and that life suits him fine because when pigs can orgasm for 30 minutes, which you all really needed to know. What Phillip doesn't know however is that he is going to be eaten next Christmas. Soz Phil.

If you want to be all J/S then I suppose you could imagine the pair slowly getting to love and respect each other over trade agreements about the land and in the end they just decide that they will be stronger united and get married in spring with flowers in her hair and everyone hugging and crying.

If not, I think that once Toby is old enough and she's built up the Kingdom, she probably leaves him in charge and goes adventuring around the land and then finally when she's explored everything, she takes a ship and explores across the seas too and she always comes back with something from her new foreign lands and everyone knows about her because she spreads her story book where ever she goes and finally one day, when Toby has had children and Hoggle and Didymus and Ludo are gone, she just gets in a boat all by herself and sails away. Never to be seen again. And the stars are beautiful.