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Forgotten Realms
Chapter 1
A scene slowly developed from the depths of an opaque crystal ball. Jareth peered into the delicate orb he held in his hands.
"Hmmm…the beauty sleeps." He mused.
Midnight. Time of magic and mystery. The scene from the depths of the orb came clearer into focus to reveal a mahogany four poster bed, inhabited by a beautiful young woman. Dark brown hair framed her innocent face, as magnificent ebony eye lashes adorned her closed emerald eyes. A patch quilt, bed spread covered up to her torso, revealing her upper body in cotton, thin white night gown. Her steady rhythmic breathing hypnotic in the silence of the night.
It had been two years since Sarah had wandered his Labyrinth in search of her baby brother, she had wished away. It was here where the Goblin King first laid eyes on her and became transfixed by her innocence and stubborn nature. He became enamored; obsessed. Most regrettably, she had escaped his grasp and returned to her own world.
But most of her memories of Jareth and his labyrinth had soon been forgotten, as Sarah was forced to put such dreams and fantasies behind her.
Yet, still the memory of Jareth and his Kingdom had not completely been forgotten. Often, when Sarah sat day dreaming, absentmindedly letting her mind wander, her thoughts would dwell on a mysterious man with miss matched eyes, who seemed to have some strange power over her subconscious. She would often feel like she was being watched, sending tingles down her spine and snapping her back into reality.
Yet, her nightly dreams were another story. Here Jareth had complete control and could peer and penetrate into her subconscious. He didn't know what it was about this human girl who had some mysterious hold over him.
Every day since Sarah had returned to her world, Jareth spent countless hours watching and brewing over her. His fascination turned into desire, and his desire into obsession. Until he would go mad with need and have to take the nearest wench that he enchanted to look like Sarah. But it was never enough. It was never Sarah. No one would do until he had her; until she was unmistakably his and his alone.
He watched now. Watched her innocently sleeping, starring at the exposed, soft flesh of her neck, longing to caress and kiss her; to claim her and make her scream his name in submission and ecstasy.
Jareth's palms sweated as he lost himself in his fantasies concerning Sarah. His crotch pulsed; throbbed; ached, till he could take it no more and crushed the crystal orb in his hands.
The intoxication of Sarah's presence still coursed through his veins.
He had to find a way to keep her. He had to!
Some how, he needed to get Sarah back to the Underground; to break her and make her his. He would maker her want him as much as he did her. He would have her, and eventually she would be his queen.