In the past, Clarion Dawntreader had despised the Goblin King. She was Queen of the Elves, and she was taken to Jareth's castle beyond the goblin city as a spoil of war. Her kingdom had lost to the goblins in a war, even though the elves we're magically gifted. She was twenty years old at the time. Jareth chose her to be his prize, a trophy that only he possessed. She was beautiful, no doubt. Her flawless skin was white as snow, but her cheeks were just about the soft color of pink that one would see early on in a sunset. Her eyes were an icy blue speckled with gold, and her hair was a soft white. At all times, the queen had sparkles around her eyes and on her lips. Again, needless to say, she was gorgeous. She was the Ice Queen of the Elves, after all. She was serious and strict, yet compassionate and she listened to her heart more than her brain quite often. Don't get me wrong, she had her flaws. She often made her animosity towards others apparent, she never really listened to her conscience, she was downright stubborn, and she had a very explosive temper. She was an almost perfect match for the Goblin King... Almost.
"You are trying to drag another human into your filthy labyrinth, Jareth? That's ridiculous!" shouted Clarion, as Jareth came back from leaving the human, a youth by the name of Sarah, at the beginning of the gigantic maze.
"Like that's any of your business," Jareth replied calmly. He spoke to her in the manner of which one would speak to a child. Of course, this made Clarion considerably angry, and she let Jareth know right away.
"I don't believe that I like your tone, Jareth." Clarion spoke through gritted teeth.
Jareth gave a lighthearted shrug and continued on his way to his throne room. Clarion followed along, trying to keep up with her master as best she can. Although she would never say it out loud, she knew that, even though she was royalty, she was still Jareth's prisoner. Because of this knowledge, and with the knowledge that Jareth will never lock her up, she stuck around Jareth whenever she could, just to be the constant annoyance that he was trying to avoid.
There were many others in the throne room. There were many goblins in there, and also many rather out of place chickens walking about. The only other living object in the room that looked like Jareth and Clarion was a small baby. It was wearing a red and white striped jumper, looking about curiously, surrounded with a bunch of noisy goblins. Clarion was less than ecstatic to see so many goblins around. She cringed in disgust as the many "filthy vermin" (as Clarion would like to call them) flocked her to give a greeting. As Clarion was trying to get out of the circle of goblins, Jareth picked up the baby. He then stepped over to Clarion and showed her the baby.
"Look, Clarion," he said, "this baby could pass for our love-child."
Clarion looked utterly horrified, just as Jareth wanted her to react. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks got slightly pinker. She then started babbling and fumbling with her elven tiara.
"Don't say such things so lightly!" she finally squeaked out.
Jareth shrugged his shoulders slightly, an unbothered look on his face. But, when he turned around to go back to his throne, he smiled. Oh, how he loved to stir her up like that!