Jareth stood looking out over his kingdom, so quiet now that his goblins lay sleeping all around. Once again he had been beaten, once again she had slipped through his grasp. Yet the disappointment he felt wasn't tied to that girl's love for her brother and her quest to get him back, it lay deeper in the recesses of his heart. Somewhere he no longer wished to visit.
The soft snoring of the slumbering goblins broke through his musings and he turned to look on his loyal, if not grotesque subjects. They were his constant companions, always there when his false love abandoned him. Time after time she wandered through the labyrinth seeking her lost, spoiled brother and yet it always ended the same - she chose the brat over him!
Sighing, he walked away from the window, carefully treading through the mass of sleeping goblins. He was loathe to wake any of them, knowing that they would demand entertainment of some sort, something to fill their time. He loved them in his own way, but oh! how they could drive a man mad! And most of the time they served as reminders of his failures to reclaim his love. As he made his way past the last goblin, he noticed the setting sun through the window signaling the end of the day.
Gingerly Jareth sat upon his throne, lounging back. He was weary, more than he had thought at first. How many years had is been since his quest began? He couldn't recall. Nor could he remember the girl's face, the one who had started it all so many years ago... What he could recall was the sweet smell of roses, her tinkling laugh as the lay in the sun, a baby crying...
No! he stopped his thoughts before they could consume him, I will not remember her - I will not remember that day! As the sun began to sink, he closed his eyes and a new thought came to him. If she won't come to me, then I may just have to find her myself. A smile crossed his face as he relaxed, his eyes growing heavy as he succumb to sleep. As he drifter off, one thought weigh upon his mind - I will find her this time...my love, my Sarah.