Out of everyone in all of the realms, there seemed to be no one that hated King Jareth of the Goblins more than Queen Clarion of the Snow Elves. Even in their younger days, years before either had taken the throne of their kingdoms, the two had a rivalry to make even the most cordial of gatherings seem bitter. No one ever knew how it started, no one but them. And, no one was ever graced with this information. There were rumors, of course, all that had to do with rather scandalous situations. Stories of a one night stand, a courting refusal, even rumors of an unclaimed child surfaced. But, none of them were neither confirmed nor denied, and the two royals continued on with their bitter rivalry. It was only decades after it started that it became truly personal. There was a fight for the magic that was stored naturally in the earth, near where the snow elf kingdom sat. Jareth, who had no form whatsoever of magic at the time, wanted that magic for himself. He wanted to harvest the magic, so that he and his kingdom of others useless goblins, could have a sense of security among the other powerful kingdoms. But, of course, the queen forbade it. She said that the land was claimed for her own kingdom to establish a trade between them and the kingdoms that didn't have magic otherwise. Of course, Jareth couldn't stand for this. There was no way that he could allow this to happen. This was for the good of his kingdom, and she was keeping him from moving forward. It was the highest form of insult amongst the royals of the kingdoms of Fae. But, what was he to do about it? His armies were no match for hers. A war against her for the land would be an extreme waste of his resources. All seemed to be lost.
Lucky for him, however, he had someone that hated Clarion Dawntreader just as much as he did.