He sat in his goblin throne room alone, staring into an empty crystal ball. His choppy, blonde hair shaded his eyes as he gazed mysteriously into the ball, as if desperately searching for an image. He had been sitting lonely for days. He had been remembering to a year ago when Sarah had solved the Labyrinth and taken Toby home. It was true, he had fallen in love with the girl, and he couldn't deny his feelings any longer. And now, a year later, he was getting by, but still the feelings of loneliness overwhelmed him. His goblin minions were good company, but they were slaves, and above all, they weren't women.
Jareth longed to fall in love. He longed to have a girl to make his queen. He was tired of ruling over Goblin City on his own. He was tired of doing anything on his own. He ached to have someone with him, someone by his side, holding his hand, whispering in his ear. He could still remember the beauty Sarah had beheld. The long flowing dark hair, her eccentric blue-green eyes, her fair skin. He longed to have her with him, but she was gone. He had no power over her anymore. No matter how many nights went by with the dreams of having Sarah with him, loving him, he could not have her. He had accepted that, but it didn't help matters any.
Jareth looked at his clock on the wall in his great throne room and realized he had been staring into the crystal ball for hours. It was much past midnight. He got up from his throne and stretched his legs. He made his way toward his master bedroom, and one of his goblin minions, Strap, followed.
"Master, you are going to bed?" He asked in a low, gurgled voice.
"Yes, leave me." Jareth replied in a monotone voice, not even stopping to look at the creature.
"You want something to drink, perhaps?" Strap asked, trailing closely behind, nearly tripping Jareth.
"No, I wish to be alone." Jareth said, feeling the hot anger rising to his head. He hated to be bothered when he was thinking so deeply and passionately about Sarah, but Strap wouldn't leave.
"But Master, you are thinking of her?" Strap stopped when Jareth stopped, cowering back. Jareth turned and stared hard at the wrinkled creature and glared. His angry blue eyes pierced into Strap's, and Strap knew immediately that his King was angry.
"Don't ever say her name in my presence, do you understand me?" Jareth snapped, glaring hard at the goblin. Strap only nodded carefully and ran in the opposite direction, leaving Jareth to fall back on his large bed, and stare at his ceiling. Sarah, my everything, yet you give me nothing in return. With those bitter thoughts in his distracted mind, he found himself falling into a deep sleep, filled yet again with haunting dreams of the girl he loved.