Authors note: My first labyrinth fic. It's taken me absolutely ages to finally sit down and write this story even though – admittedly – a certain goblin king has permanently set up camp in my head. Possibly along with a band of travelling gypsies. But that's not the point.
Here it is. Possession.

** As we all know I do not and unfortunately will never own Labyrinth or any of its characters. No matter how much of an obsession it has become…

-Prologue –

I sat on the throne one leg thrown over the arm of the chair whilst the other hung limply to the ground. My – eugh how I hated using that word for these creatures! – My goblins ran wildly around the castle, chasing chickens and crashing into each other stupidly. I groaned and rested my head in my gloved hand as I began tapping my foot with my riding crop. The gesture helped calm my nerves. My mind began to wonder and one particular human girl came to mind. No. I couldn't call her girl. Not any more.

One particular woman.

I sighed and threw the crop furiously across the room, knocking out one of the slower goblins. I sat up and threw my head back over the throne staring at the ceiling. It had been four years.
Four years! And still she never left my mind.

Her bright green eyes. So innocent. At the same time filled with such power. Such determination.
Her skin. Beautiful and pale.
Her red, luscious lips. Her long dark hair and that hypnotic smell which seemed to drift from every strand to my nose – enticing me to ran my hand through it. I closed my eyes and she was there. Looking at me with that face. Dressed in the clothing I'd given her. A white ball gown. She stared at me, ignoring the crowd around her and I took her hand in mine. We began to dance, spinning through the bubble as if we had always been meant for this. Her eyes didn't leave mine and I smiled. She didn't want to leave. This was what she wanted.

And then it had stopped. She'd pulled away. Broken from the dream she knew she had always wished for. I stood up, kicking every goblin that got in my way as I strode across the room.

Why had she left?

I let out a pained cry and slammed my fist into the wall, letting the small pieces of stone fall to the floor with a soft crack. I brushed the dust from my black glove and threw the large doors open, my footsteps echoing through the narrow halls of my castle.

Four years…

"Through dangers untold and hardships un-numbered. I have fought my way here to the castle, beyond the goblin city! For my will is as strong as yours and my -"

"Stop! Wait. Look Sarah. Look what I'm offering you! Your dreams!"

"And my kingdom is great…"

"I ask for so little. Just let me rule you. And you can have everything that you want!"

"Kingdom is great…Damn! I can never remember that line."

"Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave!"

"My kingdom is great, my kingdom is great… You have no power over me."

"You have no power over me!"

She'd said the line. That one line. And because of it I was completely powerless to come in contact with her. But I'd watched her constantly. I pulled a crystal from the air in front of me and held it up, staring into the glass as an image appeared. Sarah was sleeping soundly the blankets rising and falling with her slow, soft breathing. I ached to touch her. To run my hand down her soft face. But I couldn't. Not unless she wanted me to. She had to renounce her power over me! I threw the crystal into the wall and kept walking. I'd had enough of waiting for her! She was mine. And so I would make her mine.

She would fear me. Love me and do as I said.

She would be mine…