I'm Free
And Queen of the Goblin City
"...I now pronounce you man and wife," the goblin pastor proclaimed. Jareth and I slipped our crystal rings on and he picked me up by the hips, waiting for those special words. "You may now kiss the bride." He kissed me hard, showing me the love he had for me. The goblins around us split into cheers and catcalls.
"I'm free," I whispered against his soft, luscious lips. "And Queen of the Goblin City."
"Along with your King," Jareth laughed.
"So..." I giggled. "Wanna dance since the first one goes to the newly wedded couple?"
"As you wish, Alfilda," Jareth bowed. I curtsied and took his hand. The song, Almost Paradise, was slow and sure.
"Any Valentine Evenings for this lucky Goblin Queen?" I asked in a whisper, secretly licking the shell of his ear. He shivered and touched mine, causing the same reaction from me.
"Of course, no wedded couple can go without at least one after the parties," he mused. "Try not to get too drunk, I want you to remember your first time with your King."
"Yes, sire," I winked.
"Don't play that card on me," Jareth groaned. "I think I just might make you skip the party and take you now."
"I wouldn't mind that," I whispered against his neck. He smirked, that smug, devilish smirk I loved.
"Oh, you wouldn't?" he asked playfully.
"Oh, I would," I said sarcastically. He laughed, shaking his head as he waltz me around the gardens. That night, after the parties we both had, we met in his--our chambers, and shared a Valentine Evening that had a golden painted morning in my love's arms. The love I'd be with till death do us part.
