He had lived his life like a good Fae King should.

He had ruled his citizens with a measure of justice. He had kept things running smoothly. He had dealt swiftly when the time called for it. And he had obeyed the words of the Oracle.

When she originally told him that he would fall in love with the unattainable, he accepted it with grace. A Fae King does not need a Queen nor heir when he can live forever.

But then She came, the precious thing that turned his world with eyes so cruel and a heart so young. Like a fool, he fell in love with the mortal.

Why did he think she would understand his own youth? His own inexperience? He had pushed too far too hard and she had not known to tell him to his face his mistakes. How close hate and love are intertwined.

'the stars, the stars,' the Oracle would always whisper in response to disbelief. 'the stars will tell.'

Jareth, the Goblin King, held a crystal ball in his hand carefully. "Stars, you made this so?" He snarled. "Then I defy you!

And he smashed the crystal on the floor.