I own nothing in this story, this is just my inside POV of Jareth's POV. I hope you guys like this.
"I can't believe it..."
I couldn't help myself. I just sat there on my throne for hours just blindly watching the wall, yet not seeing it. I could feel the cold glass orb growing warm in my hands, it's power felt weak.
"How could she...?"
All I could see was her dark brown hair gleaming, her eye's, and odd grayish brown eye's, flashing at me, not that it mattered if it was hate or another passion, no matter how much I wished for it. I was just glad that I had stirred some feeling up inside her. That the feeling belonged to me, and me alone. How I had practically ripped my heart out and placed it, beating and bloody, in her heads, even if her teenage mind couldn't see or comprehend it. I did everything I could, just to win her, to be myself and sweep her away and off her feet...her expectations where high...but where mine not? How could I expect her to just forget her brother? But then again, how could I not? She called on me, she asked me, to take her bother away. He's not even her complete blood brother, he's only half.
"Do...do I?"
I can't help but feel that maybe I had been pushy...and demanding...and might have even been a down right evil jackass. But what did she expect? A "Prince Charming"? I'm the King of freaking goblins! I can't just drop my entire personality for a spoiled little fifteen year old...or is she sixteen now? It doesn't matter. Who am I kidding? She always matters to me. I still have the goblins watching over her and her brother, everyone around here thinks that I'll just get over my obsession, that I'll move on and continue to torment my subjects again. But...what if I can't? What if I'm.. No! I can't be! I won't allow myself to be! But what if I am...in...in...in love with her? Oh, dear God.
"You have no power over me!"
She denied me. She denied me. She denied me. I'll show her who has power! I might have just been myself, but who ever said I ever used my charm on her? No one. I'll show that precious little thing who has power over her. King Jareth is about to steal a young girls heart, and I know exactly how to do it. I jolted out of my throne and in to an upright standing position. The goblins came to a stand still, as my eye's focused several fell over in shock. I gripped the glass orb tightly in my hand, my fingertips pressing it into my palm, as I barked out orders.
"I want daily reports on both Sarah and Toby!" I snarled loudly. "I want a constant watch on her! I don't care if we need a permanent group stationed over there! I want it to happen and I want it to happen now!"
"Right away, Master!" One of the goblins sniveled.
"I also want her friend's rounded up and brought to me!" I went on as if no one had spoken. "I have a bone to pick with them."
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P.s. I know it's short but I wrote this in an half an hour or so.