Few things were out of the realm of understanding for the Goblin King. Being an immortal meant that he had an eternity to learn and comprehend nearly anything, but death and loss were beyond him. Since the sudden and unexpected death of his queen, he had thought about little else. Her people had many myths about it. Was his Sarah simply gone - lost to eternal slumber? Would her spirit become a disembodied guardian of the kingdom she had grown to love? Would she become an angel and watch over him? How could he live without her? His kind was not prepared to cope with grief. Silently, he wished that he could be free as she was now.
"I Would Be Your Slave"
Do you sleep in quietude?
Do you walk in peace?
Do you laugh out loud at me?
No one else is free.
