The season finale gave me inspiration on how to wrap this up. Not with this post, but sooner or later.
Jareth grabbed the girl Tamara by summoning rock hands that thrust from the stone ground and dragged her somehow to him. He glared at her. “You want to destroy magic? Destroy me.”
Tamara struggled against the rock hands, her arms and legs bleeding. “I’m going to,” she managed to growl.
However, the rock hands suddenly shuddered and shattered into millions of pieces, leaving Tamara to fall unceremoniously to the ground. She and Jareth both glanced around to find the little courtyard teeming with an ever-growing number of black-clad soldiers with red hearts accenting their armor.
Jareth looked up and saw a tower of vines grow up into the sky, only to swerve in the atmosphere and barrel down towards him. He tried to teleport, but vines quickly shot out of the ground and held him tight.
An elderly woman strolled past the guards. She had a white blouse and a red velvet dress that draped off her hips. Her crown was a heart-shaped ruby set in sterling silver. She had the aged brunette hair of an old field mouse. Her lips nearly burst from her face in a provocative blood-red color.
She glanced at the girl and frowned, nodding, watching the guards envelope the girl and drag her forwards. She turned to look at Jareth, scoffing. “Did Moraine suit you ill, or did you find yourself yearning to play in the dirt again?”
Jareth struggled but could not break free. He managed a smile, though. “I take it you’re still mad about Zelena.”
“You have no right to speak her name!” the woman hissed, forcing the vines to nearly rip Jareth apart. “Every waking moment I spend remembering what you did to me!”
He gagged. “You’re Queen, Cora,” he told her, gasping for air. “Have not all your dreams come true?”
Cora smirked. “Not all of them,” she replied more calmly. “I have yet to see you bow before your superior.”
Tamara was dumped at the Queen’s feet. “Your Majesty, I --.”
Cora lifted the girl with magic, paralyzing her in purple smoke tendrils. “I don’t believe I gave you permission to address me.” She glanced at Jareth as she used her power to choke the girl. “Perhaps you prefer such garbage. No wonder Mizumi has been so irritable lately.” She flung Tamara at Jareth, causing them both to land in a heap. “A broken king and his queen of trash,” she noted, laughing maliciously for a few moments before becoming serious again. “Off with their heads.”
In the Kingdom of Moraine, Mizumi stared wistfully in a pool as Esker approached.
“Does the Royal Guard bring the child?” Mizumi asked.
Esker bowed. “He has been kidnapped by the Queen of Hearts, Milady.” He paused, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “As has --.”
“—my husband and the kidnapper,” Mizumi interrupted, waving him away. “Leave me.”
Esker took the Queen by the hands and gently lifted her up to her feet. “Your Majesty, the king betrays you.” He nodded toward the pool. “Does he not seek the comfort of a former lover?”
Mizumi broke free and slapped him.
Esker rubbed his bony cheek. “The facts remain, Your Highness. The waters of time are quite clear – you will never keep him in your heart.”
Mizumi felt her blood boil. She planted her lips on his stretched face forcefully. He was taken aback, but he grinned as much as he could, and returned the kiss with equal tenacity. After several moments, he shrieked and stumbled backwards, his skin steaming. Mizumi wiped her lips in disgust. “Did you think my kiss was a promise of what you could have?” She chuckled. “No, my Pompous One – it was a promise of what you will not have.” She watched as he screamed in agony, billowing steam coming from every pore. “I can never love you – but know, my dear friend, that I love you enough to honor you with a death by my very own lips.”
She called for a carriage as she stormed out of the room, the blistered and broken form of Esker twitching slightly.
The driver bowed and asked where she was going.
“To Rumplestilskin,” she replied, entering the mother-of-pearl vehicle. “We have a deal to be struck.”