Epilogue

The Castle Beyond the Goblin City is a busy place. Always was, always would be. Of course, it was also the perfect playground for goblins. Mischief making creatures scurried about the castle in search of their new targets. Laughter and shouts could be heard echoing off the stone walls.

Two little boys ran through the halls, glancing over their shoulders to see if they were being followed. The taller of the two shouted, "This way, Trystan!" They ran into a large bedroom and headed for the large bed. The taller boy ran into a man, Trystan, who had been following close behind, ran into the two of them.

"Caught you!" Jareth smirked at the boys before gathering them both in his arms. Throwing one squealing boy over his shoulder, the Goblin King held the other in the crook of his arm like a sack of potatoes.

"Da! Let us down!" Trystan laughed from his perch on Jareth's shoulder.

Jareth shook his head. "Not until Liron returns my crystal."

Liron shook his blonde head. "Never!"

"How will I ever get your sister to fall asleep with all of you shouting like that?" The three males looked up at Shaylee as she walked into the room, holding a baby in her arms.

Jareth set the boys down. "Sorry, Mum." The young boys mumbled.

"How is my little princess?" Jareth walked over to Shaylee's side and smiled fondly at the wide awake child.

"Ella is tired and in need of a nap." Shaylee answered, smiling at her two boys. "Where is Blythe?"

"Right here!" Huffed the Fay woman as she entered the room. "I've been looking all over the castle for these two." Taking the boys by the hand Blythe began leading them away. "Come on! Give your parents a moment of peace."

Trystan jumped up and down, sending his curly auburn hair bouncing. "Tell us a story, Blythe!"

"Only if you behave!" The Low Fay chuckled.

Shaylee sighed in relief, settling a still awake Ella into a crib. "Quiet at last."

"They're just excited that their grandparents are coming for a visit." Jareth said, pulling his wife toward the balcony. "You should be too."

"I am." She leaned against him as they gazed out over the Labyrinth. Shaylee smiled and said, "I love you."

The Goblin King chuckled. "Not that I don't appreciate hearing that, but what brought that about?"

Shaylee shrugged as she lifted a hand to finger the crescent moon pendent that Jareth gave her the day of their wedding. It matched his own but was smaller and more delicate. Mortals exchanged rings, but the High Fay gave symbols of their family. Her gray eyes looked up into his curious blue eyes. She marveled at the different sizes of his pupils. "Seeing you with the boys just reminds me that my dreams came true."

Jareth pressed a kiss to her lips. "I will always make your dreams come true." He smiled. "As long as you come along to help me live my dreams."

The End