Labyrinth 2: The Queen of Dreams

Chapter 13: The Clock Strikes 13

Jareth

The room echoed with the useless clucking of the Fey Council. Jareth sat in his chair , impatiently tapping his fingers on the old BlackWood table, remembering why he hated holding Fey Council meetings and did his absolute best to hold as few of them as possible.

A good number of them gained their positions through connections and had no other interests but to maintain the power of their old family name. Others were from new wealth and aimed to establish themselves within the old wealth. The rest of them were elected young idealists, hoping to make a difference by pushing their morals only to be met with the cold reality of power.

He was amused with them the most. They had yet to realize that good came with lies and blood. At the same time , the web of power was tricky and one had to careful not to get caught themselves while spinning. There was always a larger, more cunning creature waiting. As of recently , many of the rich tight collared insects considered themselves that creature. How foolish and typical.

Jareth watched them all bicker and plot amongst themselves and had half the mind to send them all flying around the room with the snap of his fingers but this was not a typical meeting. After Azure retrieved Sarah, he had summoned them all to the castle. He was going to inform them and eventually the rest of the Goblin Kingdom of the New Queen, somehow but fortunately chosen by the ancient lands.

Every single member accepted his invitation quickly, almost too quickly.

He was very aware of the fact that amongst them there was talk of dethroning, especially from those who never approved of him from the beginning. Their disapproval was hushed during the successful years but since the crumbling of the kingdom, they started getting brave.

Now they sat before him, eagerly waiting to see the condition of the failing King. However, this didn't faze Jareth very much, even before he knew of Sarah's position. If there was anything he learned from living in the Fey Court, it was how to deal with scurrying ants.

Jareth slammed a single fist on the table.

The room instantly went silent, all eyes turned towards him, some filled with curiosity, others resentment but mostly there was fear. Jareth couldn't help but smile as he said, "My dear Fey, I called you here to share some interesting news... I'm sure you will be overjoyed."