Lilith walked past the bed and was horrified to discover it was already occupied. The occupant was a young woman, whose hair fell in a disheveled mass down the side of the bed as she lay with the pale sheet pulled up to her shoulders while she lay sleeping peacefully on her belly.
Lilith scowled in frustration and look into the odd eyes of Jareth. "What is this… creature doing here?" Jareth's brow rose mockingly as he heard the bile in her tone.
"Madam, I would introduce you, however, as you were not invited and my wife is… shall we say, not in any condition to receive visitors."
The blood drained momentarily from Lilith's face. Her reply was spluttered before she turned on her heel and strode from the room.
Jareth smirked slightly and looked over the slumbering woman. A silver ring around her finger glistened in the shaft of sunlight. He shifted a lock of the pale hair from her face before he frowned at her and walked purposefully to the door. With the barest hesitation he managed to stride out without so much as a glance back.
The sun was setting before Emma woke in puzzlement. What had made her so sleepy? The pale moon near the horizon brought the realization of how late it really was. She frowned and rose slowly registering with a scowl that she was clothed only in her shift. Emma reached for a shawl and walked to the open window. Walls greeted her eyes. More walls and in the far distance a maze of hedges. Emma's eyes widened with dismay.
"Oh no." She moaned softly.
She knew with a sudden jolt exactly where she was. The Underground was as familiar as the last time she was trapped within its' confines. A shiver of dread slid down her spine as memories flooded her mind of her previous escape from the Goblin King.