Okay, here is the third chapter. I'm so excited! I hope you liked the last two. I worked hard making sure the words weren't squished together. Enjoy the story! Please Review! I own noting or no one besides Lila, her parents, and Riscothia! Oh and I don't picture Jareth like this…It just fit in with where I'm going.
"Who are you?" the voice said a little bit softer.
Lila stood up and looked at her shoes. The person who was in front of her sounded intimidating. She could see shiny black boots, gray pants, and then a black vest.
"I'm…Lila." She took a breath "Princess of Riscothia." She tried to sound as grown up as possible. She was only a seventeen year old Fay.
The man stared at her. Lila felt very uncomfortable; she then bit her lower lip.
"Sure you are, and I'm King Alfaran!" the man snickered
The princess got angry. She could not believe this…stranger, thought she wasn't the princess! She bit her lip harder. This fool would not get off easy.
"Yes, I am the Riscothian princess. What makes you think I'm not?" Lila asked, trying not to loose her temper.
The man looked at her from head to toe. He had a smug smile on his face.
"Well, you certainly don't look like a princess. I mean look at you! Your cloak is torn, you don't have a dress on, no tiara, your shoes are not high heels, and the mud! Look at the mud! No princess would ever let mud even touch her!"
Lila looked up. Her face felt hot. She knew that it was as red as a rose.
"I've been walking for hours. Through tunnels that let me out in a forest. The forest floor has mud on it. That is why my shoes and clothes are soiled. Now please, if you could just give me directions to Riscothia…I'll be on my way." Lila said a little bit irritated.
She silently agreed with the stranger. She didn't look like a princess. A wave of self consciousness washed over her. Slowly she pulled her cloak over her body. It wasn't like her to feel so…ugly. That man was polished. His boots were shined, his hair was perfectly shaped, and his clothes had no stains or tears. Next to him, she looked like trash.
"Well, thank you for your feed back. Now may I ask who are you?" Lila asked.
"As if you don't know. I'm the goblin king! I rule all goblins, the 'tunnels', and this kingdom! I am not going to give you directions! I would never let pheasants like you into my future wife's country, or my own!
Lila couldn't take it much longer. She had an urge to slap him across the face. She had to hold her hands across her torso; just so she wouldn't strike him.
"How dare you speak to me like that? My family is willing to let any person into our country! No matter where they came from, or if their pheasant or not! I believe you should apologize!" Lila yelled
This made the goblin king angry. He grabbed her both of her wrists, and then pulled her close.
"Listen to me! If you ever pull something like that again I'll throw you into the bog!" the king yelled.
His grip was gentle. To Lila it felt like all he wanted to do was get his point through. He had no intention to hurt her. In the mean time, Queen Jolianna's voice was ringing in Lila's ears.
'Spit in his eye and then run!' it said
Lila sucked in her cheeks like she was nervous and afraid. She quickly let out the saliva and then ran.
She could him wail.
"Get back here you….disrespectful…teenager!"
Lila ran as fast as she possibly could. She rounded corners, jumped fences, hid behind bushes, and sprinted through alley ways. This was a nightmare! First: she couldn't get out of this wretched city, second: she had an angry king after her. Life couldn't get any worse!
She felt bad that she spit at the poor man. Lila was always told that spitting was un-lady like. It was. Lila never did it as a child, but at the heat of the moment spitting seemed right. If she had someone spit in her eye; she would be pretty angry too.
When she thought the coast was clear she darted to the next alley way, only to have a pair of hands around her small waist.
Clearly she had been caught.
Lila fought with all of her might. She kicked and screamed. She was pretty sure she elbowed him in the ribs. His grip again was gentle but unbreakable.
"You! I don't know what I will do with you! I might throw you into the bog, or let my goblins eat you; but that would be a waist. You're too pretty and that would be a problem because, they would let you go. I have an idea. I'm never this generous so don't get used to it. You will work in my castle! Yes that's it! You can do laundry, sew, fix things, cook, clean, and tend to the goblins!"
Lila was regretting every minute of this.
She never thought she would be captured.
Lila never had the servants in her castle tend to her needs. She would always do her own dirty work. She would wash her own laundry, sew the holes up on her clothes, practiced cooking, and when her parents weren't looking; she would scrub the dirty floors.
It made the lives of the hard working servants a little bit easier.
This was going to be a difficult. Lila could sense it.
She had a feeling, the king was not going to make her life easy. She was absolutely sure.
Maybe if she worked hard, and did everything king asked; she would be released.
Maybe her parents would come and save her.
Only time would tell.
