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It was late, he was tired, and he was cold. He walked into the Goblin City and materialised to his chambers. He looked around his room. His sacred space, his personal sanctuary. It was large with sand-stoned walls and floors. But the floor had a beautiful fake bear skin rug. He never believed in killing for pleasure.
The walls were draped with rich deep dark green curtains that fell all the way from the ceiling to the floor, covering the windows and the doors that showed the Labyrinth. His Labyrinth.
His bed was a large four-poster with black silk sheets and a small mountain of black silk pillows.
His favourite thing in his room however was his dark mahogany desk that had been past down from his grandfather several generations back. Each generation an engraving was made. The Labyrinth was on it, as were goblins, families and words. Spells were hidden within it and it held many dark secrets that even he had never been unable to uncover. It was said that only when the person wanting to invoke the spell were able to call on the ancient magic when it was needed. But so far in his 382 years, the current owner didn't have any use for them.
He walked towards it, placed his hand on the wood and traced one of the engravings. It was a word, 'Nukebendora'. He never knew what it meant, but he wanted to find out.
He let a small smile grace his majestic features.
Letting his attention get the better of him, he began to think of her. The way she moved, the way she talked. The look in her eyes whenever she used to look at him made him shiver. He hated this power that she had over him. 'She doesn't even have any power of her own. She's a human for Christ's sake! How is she doing this to me?' His head was throbbing. He needed Brandy.
Pouring himself a glass of his finest, he walked over to his window, pulled open the curtains, opened the glass doors that locked out his Labyrinth, and walked out onto the balcony.
Walked up to the stone ledge and rested his arms on it. Slowly with a sigh he hung his head. She was never meant to win. She was meant to fail. Just like they all had.
He loved her. He knew it. He wanted her as his queen. He had never been in love like this before. Sure, he had had 'relationships' but never anything serious enough to be called love. Love could be the destroyer of lives, but it could be the beginning of a perfect kingdom.
He sighed. In over several generations, no king or queen had ever lost. But now, they had. He had failed. Lifting his head to look at the pale white moon, he hung his shoulders.
The rain began to fall.
Jareth had lost.
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Sariah.