"AARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHH!" The Shadow King grappled with his dark heart and cursed feelings. His hands laced through his hair as he pulled hard hoping that the pain he felt course through his body would rid him of the massive pain rhythmically pounding in his chest cavity, the place where his heart had, until recently remained still.

"What kind of magic is this?" His rasping breath accentuated the obvious pain that now twining in his body. "Ammon! Ammon I need you now!"

Silently a hansom man with chiseled features appeared before the King who now sat doubled over on his stone throne. His light blue eyes, almost translucent in color bore into the scene before him assessing little aspect. Ammon gave no expression, but instead inclined his head letting his long black hair slip over his broad shoulders and pale chest. This being, this god, spoke no higher than a whisper, yet is reverberated throughout the room with such strength that it forced even the King to quake.

"You called Midir."

"The pain…make-it-stop…" His teeth were gritted, grinding out the torture as best as he could. Midir, the Shadow King's face was contorted leaving his inhumanly beautiful face distorted. His silky gray hair looked regal falling down his body, bringing out the flawless definition in his marble skin. Although the pain was great, Midir's eyes still held steady and strong flashing a darker black than usual.

Ammon's hand waved in a circular pattern in Midir's direction, neither speaking nor motioning any farther past the slight pattern. With a sudden jerk the King went limp over the cool arm of his throne, the only movement showing he was still alive was the up and down motion of his back. Ammon gazed forth studying the young King. His vitals seemed overall well, he was young and strong, and the inked tattoo of wings on his back displayed his royal linage, the blood that flowed through his veins. The delicate lines of ink delicately needled all along his skin, the feathers artistically applied to appear so real. Midir was dressed in silver pants that hugged his legs, and dark grey riding boots encased his feet, a silver circlet embraced his head, he was a King for sure.

"Lord do you think it wise to keep pursuing this young lady? You've put yourself through quite a great deal of pain for her and I wonder…"

"You wonder what, Ammon?" Fire boiled in his eyes while acid burned every syllable he spoke. A warning was clearly underlying his words, dangerous as his strength returned.

"I wonder how far you will go to win the young lady, and whether she is really worth it. You intend her to be your Queen, and therefore the question must be asked."

"Is she worth it?" Midir broke out into laughter, like deep bells jingling through a midnight fog, dangerous, deadly. "Ammon, that is like asking me if taking a breath is worth it, or if magic truly runs through these lands? Sarah is who I want, and who I will get. I didn't watch her for years to let the Goblin King swoop in and steal her."

"He does have her heart. I don't know if you can compete with that Midir. Love is very powerful magic, older than you or me."

"Ha!" Midir's eyes flared. "Just wait until I get to her. That sweet innocent heart will turn away from Jareth, and when it does, I will be on the receiving end."

Ammon again inclined his head hoping that Midir knew what he was doing. Although he was King for many millennia he was still young, foolish in his hastened decisions, and even now as they were talking he had started to suspect something deeper stirring beneath the King's cool exterior. Ammon's eyes darkened intently on the King before him.

"I have a plan Ammon, but I will need you help." There was no question in his words, and Ammon knew there would be no use in arguing with Midir. With a flick of his hand Midir opened a silvery pool into the air beside them. It rippled slowly as images poured through its orb like figure. Quickly, he found who he was looking for. She lay in beautiful star dusted covers securely wrapped in the arms of his enemy. What awoke within Midir tugged at him then became such a strong pull drawing him towards her. Quietly a hushed cry passed his lips. "Sarah…"

Ammon tilted his head just so. He watched the King, his blue eyes picking apart the man before him. 'Midir's eyes are so…possessive, yet tender. What power does this but a woman, Sarah have over these great men?' With a sigh and shake of his head Ammon answered. "I am at your disposal Lord."

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Sarah cringed at the horrid flatware that Karen had picked up from the hundreds displayed. How could this woman still not know how to distinguish Sarah's taste from her own? Over the years Sarah had come to understand, and had even grown to care about this new woman in her life, but that still didn't mean Karen knew everything that Sarah liked. With a quick thought passing into her head Sarah turned towards Karen, smiling mischievously. "I don't think that's quite what we're looking for Karen perhaps Jareth and I will peruse the flatware while you and Toby go find him some new t-shirts?"

Disappointment was obvious on Karen's face, and yet at the same time she understood, knowing full well that Sarah wanted to spend some time with Jareth. Alone time that is. With a nod of agreement Karen called to Toby, practically forcing him towards the juniors department. Sarah caught the quick glare that Toby threw back in her direction, she smiled and waved goodbye. 'What are sisters' for anyway right.' Sarah snickered in her head. She loved Toby more than she had ever thought possible. The run through the Labyrinth had more than brought her closer to Toby, but it had made her grow up, forcing her to realize that life wasn't always fair, but it was the people you put in it that made it worth living for. After those thirteen hours Sarah had been nicer to Karen, chipped in with watching Toby, and eventually became the glue that helped the family run in perfect working order. A noise behind her made Sarah turn, getting her to shake away the cloudy memories fogging up her mind as only the past could.

"Tsk tsk." Jareth muttered under his breath to his lovely fiancée. "Shooing away people like you're a Queen. I don't know where you ever got the idea that you had the power to do that." A smile creased his face letting her know that he knew exactly where she got the power, and how happy he was that she received it so openly. Sarah pulled herself close to Jareth, curling up against his chest. His arms encircled her body just as she knew he would do, and with that she pouted slightly, letting her eyes become bigger, more intent on the man before her. A dark temptation rose in her as she smelled the musky sandalwood rose traced along Jareth's clothes, his rhythmic breathing putting her into a trance. 'God save me, his smell alone causes me quiver inside.' Inside Jareth swore at the game she was playing, her green eyes drowning him, those soft pink lips begging to be met with his own.

"Queen? Hmmm…that does have a nice ring to it doesn't it? The Goblin Queen, wife of the Goblin King." Her voice was low and sultry. A thrill jolted Jareth's body when those words escaped those mesmerizing lips of hers.

"Wife?" Jareth's face nuzzled down into the soft skin along her neck where he left a trail of burning kisses. He bit her just slightly letting her remember who she was teasing with such strong words. "How long I've wanted to hear that from you. My Goblin Queen, my lover, my wife." He groaned huskily. "What power you hold my dear."

Sarah inhaled deeply as his mouth brushed her neck again, so softly, like butterflies sweeping against a leaf on a warm day. Rolling her head to the side she invited his lips to explore her farther. Her head jerked back slightly as she found herself at a arms length from Jareth, his eyes narrowed at her with lust deeply ingrained into every fraction of his burning irises. Shock overtook her, 'What just happened?' The look made him calm down his breathing, at least enough to speak.

"You are very-very intoxicating to me my dear one. I don't think you appreciate how much strength it takes for me to resist you."

Sarah started to let the humor of the situation overtake the first handed shock of his actions. At that moment it struck her how they would appear to anyone watching. Tears began to run down her crème face. "Jareth do you even realize how much our resisting is jeopardizing any public outing?"

"Yes, I can see what you mean. However, we're supposed to be on our best behavior. We wouldn't want Karen or you father to run me off for corrupting their daughter. Now before I decide that chivalry is dead I believe we told you stepmother that we would be perusing the flatware." Both stopped and composed themselves as a middle aged woman walked past them in a tweed jacket and conservative pant suite. Her permanently frowning face cast a belittling stare in their direction. Jareth and Sarah burst out in laughter trying to contain them-selves, but failing miserably. His arm wrapped around her waist holding strong as they fell into step together, wandering through the displays of multicolored ceramics, glasses, crystals, and clay. In their eyes the stores lights made every color deeper, every shadow more pronounced, every future dream brighter and more realistic; the future was theirs' to have.

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Note from the Author:

Hello, everyone and thank you for reading this. It is far from my first story ever written, but very close to the first story I've ever posted for others to read. Thank you for those who take the time to comment, you make my day, and inspire me to keeping up this story. I hope I update quickly for you.