Little China Girl: YES FINALLY THE KISS!

FireShifter: Honestly I really wasn't planning on adding Raymond but it gets rid of a lot of plot holes (like why would she want to kill Sarah or why no one did anything to her and why she was able to be disguised as Diane without Jareth or the fairies knowing). The iron dagger, I honestly can't remember even Sarah having oops LOL but I think I put it there as she's human in this story, without magical powers like a fae. Good catch though! Don't worry, she is wary of strangers for sure. She's way more paranoid now. Sorry about not updating sooner, there's been some stuff with my family so I'll add this one now!

Sarah and Jareth dreamt of each other almost nightly. They talked about their childhood and their family, Sarah telling him she was close to her aunts but didn't say that she lived with all of them. They discussed stories and books, love and children. They never mentioned marriage or the near future. They just stayed comfortable for where they were now. She looked forward to bedtime, enjoying the days with her friends and planning on what to maybe write in a letter to different monarchs then to greet her love in the whispers of the night. She had no proof of the first killing attempt with her being sent into the woods by the huntsman but she did have proof from the lace that was on her dress that someone did try to kill her.

If she involved Jareth, no doubt he'd be all hot headed and then not put together actual evidence before presenting it to others. Even if he didn't, she did have a selfish motive for not involving him. She LOVED him and she couldn't bear it if he died.

"You know that I love you, right?" Jareth would kiss her and try to make her break her resolve whenever they were about to wake for that was when she was the most vulnerable.

"I know you do, and don't forget that I love you too." She would tell him back.

Sometimes, he'd look so small and curled up in his cape. Sarah would scoot next to him and just hold him. Sometimes Sarah would feel the weight of her kingdom on her shoulders and while he never understood, he would always see her distress and kiss her tears away. For a scary king whose job was to take children when asked, he was just as soft as anyone could be.

And she knew she made him this way. Just like he had made her believe in her worth and love all over again.

"Why do you love me?" She asked him one night. The dream that night had them gazing into the stars, holding hands while lounging on the grass. The stars looked like tiny diamonds, shining for them and the moon illuminated their faces for each other.

Jareth thought of the prophecy from the day of his coronation, that he would meet a maiden who will make him love no one else.

This was her. This was Sarah, the only woman he would ever love.

He rolled onto his belly and traced a pattern on her shoulder and down her arm to her hand, grasping it and intertwining his fingers. All without looking away from her face. He placed her hand on his cheek and kissed the inside of her wrist. "It's hard to explain. I've seen many lovely people in my life. But for some reason, it's you I fell for. Not just your beauty but the way you smile when you sing. The way your eyes light up when I tease you or debate with you. Your quick wit and big heart. And it's a feeling I've felt with no one else."

Sarah exhaled in awe. And guilt. She knew what he was going to say next.

"Sarah, won't you let me come to you? If you think holding me here in dreams feels good, imagine what seeing each other again would do." He moved in and nestled his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. "I want you by my side."

Sarah bit her lip, wanting more than anything to say yes. But she just combs through his hair and focused on the previous subject. "Jareth, love can't just be a feeling, can it? Feelings change and fade."

Jareth sighed. Once again, she would refuse him. Oh well. At least he was no longer thrown from her dreams whenever he tried. "Well, love is a choice too." He lifted his head up and looked at her fondly. "I would be devoted to you, be your lifetime partner. I choose to be here, not knowing what's really happening with you. To take a chance. Do you feel the same way?"

Sarah blinked and willed her tears away. She swallowed the lump in her throat and put her head on his chest, playing with the cuffs of his sleeves and admiring his long, musician's fingers. "I do, Jareth. You may not understand now but trust me. I know you ask for so little and I so much. But I have a reason for keeping us this way. Please respect me and know that I want to be with you too."

It was the closest she ever came to revealing anything. But she was firm about it. And kissed his hand and then captured his lips on hers, tasting him and rendering him speechless, unable to ask her any more questions.

"I love you." Sarah kissed the underside of his chin, Jareth's eyes dilating and his breath came short from his chest. Sarah our a finger to his lips. "Just hold me, Jareth. And have faith."

Jareth obliged, not wanting to break the delicate balance. She laid in his arms on the grass, sharing kisses and words of adoration until they woke up.

"Wait!" Flora held a hand out in front of Merryweather in a sisterly sort of protection.

"What is it? Why can't we just go in and find Raymond?" The younger fairy asked.

"I can feel a barrier." Flora felt her hand up. "Yes, it will alert Raymond of our presence."

"So?"

"So we need to use blood magic to get through." She said this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and got out a knife to slice the back of her hand, letting the blood drip through. "To let him know that we are magical creatures."

"Why would he want to know that?" Merryweather looked hesitant but did as Flora did, wincing at the feeling of pain.

Flora bandaged her up. "If he knows we are magical then he can better be prepared. Quite ingenious actually."

"And if we didn't use blood?" Merryweather followed Flora to the beautiful, tropical island that looked like paradise.

"Then it could signal a trap for us." She said simply.

Flying down the beach resort, they took a moment to admire the beautiful blue waves and green trees. It was paradise at its finest. Raymond had clearly chosen a beautiful spot and it had taken them so long to find him. They knew of the approximate area where he lived but there were HUNDREDS of islands.

All of a sudden, a large gust of wind hit them, causing both to lose balance and to spiral down.

"FLORA!" Merryweather tried to get a hold of her but instead they just kept on falling. And falling…

Flora had a massive headache that seemed to split her skull. The biggest headache ever.

Which was saying something considering how she was friends with Jareth.

She slowly moved up to see Merryweather on a bed next to hers and a man with a cloaked hood over her friend.

"Don't touch her!" She yelled. She tried to get up but she felt herself strapped to the bed by some invisible force.

"Don't try to get up." The man said with a low and bored voice. He turned and took off his hood. He had dark hair with earthly brown eyes, looking young but in his eyes you could see how old and worn he really was.

He paced to Flora. "You have trespassed my home, breached my barriers that I had to go and fix, and now I am taking care of you. Is that any way to treat your host?"

Flora reddened in shame but she still kept her guard up. "I am sorry, Your Excellency."

"No need to call me that. That is no longer me. Raymond is enough." His voice was laced with acid, like a memory he did not want to pull forward. "Just tell me why you are here."

Merryweather looked in pain. Flora looked over at her. "Why is she hurt?"

"My defense spells affects everyone differently. She is unharmed, though she does have a headache. I cannot have intruders just going around, not knowing what their motives are." He sat in a chair and stuck his feet on a desk. "Answer my question." He demanded

Flora sighed. She could see his manners were either poor from lack of use or from deliberate neglect. She could recognize it for she saw it in Jareth. "We would not have come to disturb you without a reason. Are you aware of any politics going on at the moment?"

"I haven't been in centuries, and I daresay I wouldn't even recognize the names of some monarchs." He mused. "Why is that important?"

Flora regarded him carefully. He seemed to be a recluse but not a malicious one. Just one that wanted to be left alone. She didn't like being bound to the bed but she would do what needed to be done to get the information then out of here. At least Merryweather was out cold so that Flora could just focus on dealing with him without her friend being sassy. "It's a bit of a story, but I'll get to the point. Do you know anything of the fairy who goes by Maleficent?"

Raymond stopped tapping his finger on the desk and turned to Flora, eyes wide and in anger.

Flora gulped.

"You come here to ask me about that witch?" He seethed. "Do you know what you are asking for?" He got up and stalked towards the fairy.

Flora felt scared for she knew that Raymond had been a powerful wizard at one point but she wasn't going to let him hurt her or her friend. "I am here to ask for information about her. She has caused some havoc in the Hester kingdom, putting a curse."

Raymond snarled. "If you hope to defeat her by normal magical means, you never will. She is too cunning, too smart."

"Try me." Flora jutted her chin out defiantly. "Tell us what you know about her. I am determined, what is your price?"

Raymond threw back his head and laughed darkly.

Now Flora was irritated. Who cared who he was?

"Do you know who I am, young fairy?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do you know of MY story?"

Flora sighed and shook her head. "No, I do not. Just that you are powerful and were married."

"That all changed when Maleficent killed my wife. Do you know why she did it?"

Flora was stunned at how he said those words easily, but she supposed that he had so long to think about it that it was just a story to him. She shook her head once again.

"Agatha, my wife, was to inherit the Hester kingdom as next in line. Oh, don't tell me you didn't know this?"

"You're joking." Flora threw her blankets off. "So you could've been king at one point too."

"Like I wanted the throne." He scoffed. "But I would have done whatever it was to make my wife happy."

"Maleficent? Inheritor of the throne? That's not possible for it could only be inherited by a male until recently. And I've never heard of Agatha." Flora was speaking more to herself than to him. Sarah was the first female to be a direct inheritor of the throne.

"That's what Old King John wanted you to think." Raymond got some rum and took a swig. "Some rum?"

"I am fine." Flora said though she could use some rum at the moment. Her head was spinning so hard. Old King John was Leah's grandfather. "So she killed your wife to inherit the throne?"

"Yes. My beautiful, gorgeous Agatha. Maleficent slaughtered her mercilessly but there was no proof of it. I heard it from Agatha's dying lips and so there were no witnesses." He spat bitterly. "But even so, she was barred from the throne, and John decided to use sexism as an excuse so that he did not call out Maleficent directly like the coward that he was instead of holding her accountable. He felt that the kingdom of Hester would be tainted and opted to erase everyone's memories rather than to share the whole, painful truth. No one wanted to anger her."

Things were falling into place for Flora, the gears in her head were turning. It was why Leah could be killed as well for she could've inherited the throne too had it not been for the sexist law. By changing it, the line of succession put Sarah in direct line now and Maleficent had no chance to rule.

"And what of her parentage?" Flora asked. "Please you must know something."

"I owe you and the outside world nothing." He turned from her. "I came her to live alone, to enjoy my own existence in peace and meditation."

"Sounds lonely." Flora felt her heart go out to him. Even when they bickered, she loved her friends and they were her lifeline.

"Lonely maybe, but without those to hurt me." He said simply. "Leave me and be on your way."

"Wait." Flora said. "Please, Raymond." She broke down, thinking of her Rose. Her little princess. She looked at Merryweather, and knew that even if she herself didn't want to go through and try, Merryweather and Flora were counting on them all to save Sarah. Not to mention that the fate of the Hester Kingdom was resting on their shoulders. "What can we give you so that you can give us all the information you know of Maleficent? Any information on the past of Hester?"

He leaned into her ominously. "Fine. I have one task, one place on the island that I have yet to access because of a sphinx. If you can solve her riddle of death, then I will give you any information that you want."

Flora set her shoulders in determination, her chin tilted up in pride and her eyes sparkled with hope. "I accept that challenge."

"You answer wrong, your life is forfeit." He said to her. "Not of my doing but the sphinx's."

"Understood."

"Happy birthday!" Sneezy placed a badly wrapped box into Sarah's hand.

Sarah kissed him and he looked at her kindly.

"19 years old now!" Hoggle said.

"You are all so sweet, thank you." Sarah said. Even Grumpy had given her a small forget-me-not for her birthday and she smiled, thinking about the fact that it was Jareth's favorite flower.

She opened the box and breathed reverently at the comb. It was an elegant silver with darling leaves and flowers on it. Pearls were on the center of the flower and she thought of how lovely it looked. It kind of reminded her of the hair pieces in the crystal dream with Jareth.

"This is gorgeous indeed." Sarah said in awe. "This had to have cost a fortune you all."

"No not at all!" Sleepy yawned. "It was on sale."

"We brothers, Sir Didymus, and Ludo all chipped in, Sarah." Bashful said. "All of that combined wasn't that much."

"Oh but still, this so amazing. I will treasure it." She said fondly.

"You deserve pretty things." Bashful said so quietly that they almost didn't hear him.

Sarah was so touched. Just a short amount of time and they already were so, so good to her. Three months since she had started to live with them and they were so close to her. In the back of her mind though, she wasn't sure if it was a memory or not but she saw flashes of green that seemed evil. And the longer she stayed, the harder it would be for her to leave.

She skillfully tied her hair up, for a princess must be good at that kind of skill. She put in the comb and everyone sighed.

"Beautiful!" Hoggle said. "You look like a princess!" He beamed at her with pride.

Sarah tried to not squirm too much at that comment. "Thank you, Hoggle."

They had such a lovely day but Sarah felt so unusually tired. The dwarves all were convinced that she had been dancing too hard by the fire or practiced sparring too much. Sarah retired early to bed and she kissed them all goodnight before passing out on the pillow.

Jareth felt really, really tired all of a sudden. Like something came over him and was trying to lull him to sleep.

"What in the world?" He mumbled.

Then he saw black.

He wasn't sure how or when he went to sleep but he knew that something was dreadfully wrong. He could feel Sarah's presence but could not see her. She was slipping away somewhere.

"Sarah!" He called. "Sarah!"

He saw her laying on the ground like the last time she had laces on her bodice. He went to her and saw something new in her hair.

He wasn't going to pay any attention to it but the moment he touched it, he felt some kind of dark magic in it. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was hurting her.

"Sarah, my love. Wake up. Please wake." He cradled her in him.

She stirred a little and looked up at him. "Jareth?"

She whimpered and rested her face on his chest. "Why is it so dark? It's never dark when I dream with you. Except for when the laces suffocated me." Then her eyes got wide in understanding.

"Sarah, the comb you're wearing, you need to take it off." He said desperately. "There is dark magic coming from it."

She felt herself slipping away, and fast. Everything felt like thick syrup and she moaned. "Jareth…"

"Wish for me to help you. Please." He begged her and kissed her lips as gently as he could. He put a hand on her hip to steady her and shook with concern. "Don't make me lose you. You're dying."

"I will fix it myself." She mumbled.

"You won't remember this dream when you wake up." He told her. "The magic is too strong, it is supposed to make you slip away and forget to take it out. I am the king of dreams and illusions, of memories. I would know."

Sarah closed her eyes. This had to be another assassination attempt. She wanted to say the words, to let him save her but her mind was too muddled. She could only say three more words. "I love you Jareth."

"SARAH!" He screamed. "NO!"

"Sarah, yous been asleep for too long!" Grumpy yelled. "Get your lazy butt up to brush your teeth now!"

He paused at seeing her.

Sarah looked blue and cold, her chest barely rising and falling.

"HELP!" He screamed so loudly that all his brothers woke up.

They frantically waited for Hoggle to do something.

"I don'ts know!" He said painfully. "It can't be something she ate, she ate the same things we did!"

"Get the comb out." Sleepy said with panic. If Sleepy was wide awake, something was definitely bad. "She's looks uncomfortable with her hair still in the knot."

Hoggle did as told.

"Now what, Doc?" They asked Hoggle.

"AH I DON'T KNOW!" He flared his hands up in the air.

They argued back and forth for about five minutes until Sarah started to wake up.

"Sarah!" They all gathered around her, telling her how worried they were.

But all Sarah could think of was the comb.

She didn't know how she remembered the dream that she shared with Jareth. As the Master of Dreams, Jareth would know if someone would forget one. And he was pretty sure she would forget it with the amount of power the comb had.

But she did remember.

"Guys, where did you get the comb from?" She asked nervously.

Happy looked surprised. "We got it from a vendor at the market. She's been here a while, the lady who sells handkerchiefs?"

Sarah remembered her. Nice lady, but something always felt strange. It was like, something in the back of her mind always allowed her to remember things and the lady felt familiar and not in a good way.

She looked at the comb. "I think it was enchanted."

"What? No way." Sneezy said. "How could it?"

"You do live in a kingdom full of magic." Sarah pointed out.

"Alright fine, if you don't like it then we can exchange it." Grumpy stomped.

"Cut that out right now." Sarah snapped at him. There was something about her that made Grumpy snap his jaw shut, as if she had some kind of authority. Like a queen.

She was still traumatized by the situation. She almost died had they not taken it out and the whole thing with Jareth was driving her crazy. She hadn't told her friends of him or else they would all freak. "I just, I know it's magic. I really was happy to have it, alright?"

She looked at Grumpy sadly. "I know you did this for me. It isn't your fault and I'm glad you all came to take care of me. Please know that you guys are everything."

Grumpy softened. "Yeah, I guess I overreacted."

They got rid of the comb. Sarah was even more worried now. What would she do? She really had to get a move on and leave her friends. It was no longer safe and she couldn't live with herself if they got hurt trying to take care of her.

After everyone went to bed, she cried herself to sleep.

"Precious?" Jareth raked his fingers through her hair. "There's something fishy about this. Why is the queen so concerned about you? This is too much to be a coincidence. This was an assassination attempt."

Sarah shook her head. "Jareth please we have been over this."

But he was right. The lace was easily dismissed as an isolated incident. As royalty, Sarah couldn't ignore a second assassination attempt.

"And she has hurt you again. If she is hurting you this much, how much worse will she be with the princess?" He said to her, trying to get her sense of loyalty to kick in.

Sarah knew he was trying to make her feel guilty about the princess but lucky for her, she had the upper hand of being said princess. "Or she isn't as bad with her as she is royalty, but I'm just a servant." She argued back.

"Sarah." He put his hands on her shoulders. "I need to rectify this. We are trying every way we can to find the princess and the queen and I'm trying to find an excuse to visit Hester to see you."

His eyes got wide at a thought that had just occurred to him. "Wait. Are you in Hester?"

He had assumed that she was. That was, until he realized something.

She could be in his kingdom. Oh that would be his Sarah, hiding under his nose!

"If you are in my kingdom, I could send my subjects after you and force you to come to me!" He said with authority. "Don't force me to do it, Sarah, but I will for the sake of my kingdom and for you!"

"Jareth, please no." She cried, tears streaming down her face.

Jareth wouldn't relent. "I command that you-"

And he found that her lips were on his face.

Jareth was shocked but he didn't argue with that for once. He pressed back and kissed her with all the passion that he had in him. He moved his hands behind her and held her to him. Sarah bruised his lips with her own passionately but he didn't care. He loved her and would take any kiss given.

She pulled apart and touched his face, looking at him, studying him closely as if to memorize ever feature of his face. She had given her all into the kiss, hoping he would remember it forever.

Jareth did the same with hers. Every contour. Every shade. Every smile.

"I love you." Sarah whispered to him. "With all that I have and I always will."

Jareth smiled triumphantly. He was sure now that she do as he asked, that she understood that he would and could help.

Sarah saw his triumphant smile. She almost broke down then but she let him think what he wanted. She touched his face and gave him one last kiss on the base of his neck just as he liked it, much as she liked it when he kissed her shoulder.

She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

Jareth's smiling face contorted into one of sadness and confusion at seeing hers. "Sarah, why are you crying?"

Sarah let go of him but her green eyes never left his blue ones. She would protect him, do what needed to be done for her kingdom and for his life. If she didn't do it now, she would never be able to do it and he would force her to go to him first by his own command. This is what love was, it was to put someone else's needs before your own.

"Jareth, you have no power over me."

Jareth felt like someone punched him straight in the gut, carved his heart out, fed it to the horses, then threw his body down a fiery ravine.

Graphic, but accurate.

He stumbled out of his chambers to get some fresh air that morning and threw up all over his throne.

His love had told him once more that he had no power over her.

He tried to tell the goblins to find her but they could not. He really didn't have power over her anymore. Not even in dreams.

"Jareth?" Fauna gasped at seeing his vomit. "Oh no, come let's get you to your chambers."

"No I don't want to be there." He whined. "I need to… To get to work. To erase my pain."

Fauna used her magic to take him to the library. Settling him in, he broke down and told her about Sarah.

"She barred me from the dreams now. I don't know what Diane wants! I don't know how Rose is so… So stubborn and why she's so loyal to the princess to the point of not TRUSTING ME!" He screamed.

"Jareth, I have a theory." Fauna said to him.

"Great." He said with sarcasm. He glowered and pouted, crying and pulling his blanket over his head.

Fauna ignored the fact that he was being juvenile. As he was in pain she had to let it slide. "I found something in the archives the other day, something you may have missed."

"Oh? And what would that be?" Jareth mumbled.

She handed him what looked to be very, very old parchment.

He looked at the book she held. "It's an ancient treaty."

"A marriage treaty, to be precise." She said to him. "Between the Goblin and the Hester kingdoms."

Jareth looked at her strangely and began to read it.

"Let us hereby declare our mutual friendship between the two kingdoms. We will bind this through a marriage by the Princess of Hester and the King of Goblins."

Jareth looked at the date. "This was so old, Fauna. Look at it. Why would be relevant now? It has to be nullified. There's no way this is still in place since no one has joined the two kingdoms in marriage."

"Because, these types of treaties last longer than that. If you do the math," She pulled Jareth's abacus and moved the beads around for the math. "Here, look at this. This would have been your grandparents' time."

"So around the time Stefan and Leah got married?" He asked her, but still confused.

"Yes. There was no perfect timing as Stefan and Leah didn't have their princess until 19 years ago." She said sadly, thinking of how yet another year had passed without seeing her sweet Sarah. "So your father, who was unmarried at the time, did not have anyone that was a princess from Hester to marry. And so he married your mother first instead of waiting because he was rash and wanted an heir."

"And so the treaty has yet to be fulfilled." He realized. "So you're saying that now that, I am betrothed to your Sarah?"

He didn't like this. He didn't want to marry her. It was also so confusing that she had the same name as HIS Sarah. Why must this be so confusing?

"Could your Rose have known about this?" Fauna asked. "It seems like if Diane is paying close attention to her, then maybe she is close to the princess? Or was?"

"I only know that she had been residing in my kingdom, under my damn nose the whole time." He mumbled. "Maybe she did know about the treaty." He sat up. "Maybe she thought that it was her princess's duty to marry me? Maybe that's why she barred me from looking into her and broke things off. Now, even if I commanded my goblins to go after her, they would never find her."

He kicked a goblin in frustration who gleefully flew off.

"A theory, though alliances can be broken." Fauna shrugged. "Who knows if she knows if the treaty exists."

"It doesn't matter if she does or not." Jareth put the treaty back down on the desk. Like a flicker of knowledge coming into his mind, he now had a plan. "All I know is that she wanted to protect me, for now I'm sure that there is something with Diane even though I have no proof to throw at her face. But now with this treaty, I have a reason to go and see Diane."

"What are you saying?" Fauna stood up and trotted after him.

"Why, I am to be seeking for my betrothed of course."

Jareth wasn't really going to marry the princess. He just had a plan, to go to Hester and see if there really is iron all around the castle.

He had on a lavender cloak and pants with an equally white shirt. It was important to him to appear more light than dark or else it would send in a bad message.

Walking in, he found that he could still feel the magic in his veins just as strongly for he was quite powerful. He did in fact feel magic all around the walls, in the very land itself. That was why the humans could live forever in the Underground even if they couldn't directly use magic.

But the moment he walked in the throne room, he noticed that when tried to use his iron detection spell, he could not feel any magic directed towards one person as was expected. His tiny crystal on his necklace began to glow. He knew it.

There was iron all over.

Enough to not impede one's magic but enough for him to lose the ability to detect someone else's.

"Queen Diane, thank you for having me at such last minute." He kissed the back of her hand, though he wanted to tear her face off. She was the reason his Precious Rose almost died and she was the very reason that they had yet to meet the mystery princess. "I am here because of a treaty."

"Of course, Your Majesty. Treaty?" Diane asked him, raising her eyebrow. "What is it about?"

"You see, I am a few centuries old. Still quite young in many ways but I have few other family members to take the throne after me and as a royal, I am expected to seek out a wife. I am here for that."

Diane's eyes got wide. "You came to Hester for a wife."

"That's right."

She curtsied. Brushing her hair to the side to expose her neck, she leaned into him, and said in a breathy voice, "If it is a wife you are looking for-"

"Are you delusional?" He said with disbelief.

"But you-"

"You are not even the rightful queen." He rolled his eyes. "And do you not miss your husband?"

"I had two, both were marriages that brought me friendship and fulfilled other needs like the vacant throne." She huffed at him. "If you do not want me then what noble girl do you want?"

Jareth folded his arms, still even more suspicious. He circled around her. "I am a KING, Diane." He spat, not using her title. "I want the princess, who should be sitting on that throne as a queen right now as she is an adult."

Diane looked shocked, but then recovered quickly. "You don't want her, Your Majesty. She is a weakling, and as you know of the plan, she had been raised terribly. She knows so little of politics and-"

"Lies!" He bellowed. "Have you forgotten how you banished her aunts away? Do you not realize that they had resided in MY kingdom and are my close friends?"

Diane went pale.

"I know that she is sweet, is intelligent, and quick to learn with a great memory from talking with those three. Where. Is. She?" He enunciated every syllable harshly. "She is my betrothed and I have every right to meet with her. If you remember, I protected her as an infant from that witch. If you have harmed her in any way, I swear on my life that I will find a way to imprison you."

"Protected? More like got your eye hurt." She pointed at the dilated eye that was left from that fight. "And besides, I don't have to tell you anything. I will tell you that she is fine."

"YOU WILL DO AS I ASK!" He cut out a crystal but the guards all stood in front of Diane to protect her.

"You are in MY home and MY kingdom!" She seethed at him. "I will do as I please!"

"You are hurting her, I know." He threatened her. "Don't make me find out."

"Listen, Jareth." She said in a softer voice. "I will get her to present herself in 13 days. She is dreadfully shy. Just give her time to prepare."

"She has had so long to prepare for this day." He rolled a crystal in his hand to keep himself from throttling her. He wished that he could use his magic to detect if she had magic or not, but he was sure she had magic anyway. "She came to the castle three years ago, at the age of 16."

"But a marriage? Even you couldn't be so cruel as to force a woman to marry you." Diane pressed her lips together thoughtfully.

Jareth gripped his crystal until it shattered, the remains not causing harm but did cause everyone else to jump. "Do NOT accuse me of being that person. I only asked to meet the young princess, not force her to marry me. Engagements can be broken. Fine. 13 days, Diane. And I will be back or there will be hell to pay."

And with that, he made his way out with a swish of his cape.

Maleficent wasn't liking this. At all.

How stupid could she have been? She didn't know that the fairies had been friends with the goblin king! No one had mentioned it except Stefan had said that they resided in his kingdom but close and were friends? Never!

She had been so, so angry when she found that Sarah wasn't dead. She went back to the goblin kingdom and changed to be a beautiful vendor to sell the comb, waiting patiently. She should have fallen asleep and died as the poison slowly got into her brain. Even if someone tried to wake her, she would surely have forgotten and would consistency put the comb in her hair until enough magic seeped into her over time that she would die. It was fool proof unless she never used it again which would not make sense, especially if she received it as a gift from those dwarves!

She wanted to kill all those pesky friends. But she could not, for the king would surely find her and punish her. He had a deep, magical connection with those in his kingdom.

She had 13 days to find Sarah.

Yes, it would work. 13 days was more than enough. When Sarah died in HIS kingdom, she would not be responsible and it would not be her fault and she could keep on ruling. She would manipulate the girl as she knew how, and then she would reign victorious.

Perfect.

Guys I hope my timeline is okay, that everything makes sense with how long things have passed and whatever but if there's an inconsistency then I'm sorry lol. I hope that I got rid of some plot holes, I know that Wizard Raymond kinda seems like an extra storyline that may or may not be needed but I wanted to explain that this is a part of her large plan and why no one has been able to get rid of Maleficent before. Thanks again for all the reviews, favorites, and follows! If you haven't reviewed (or have been lol) please leave one! It would mean a lot to me!