As they entered the familiar throne room, Jareth immediately went for the adjacent stairwell. He could have magically transported he and Sarah directly to anywhere in the castle, but then that would shorten the opportunity at holding her as long as possible. He knew once she had awoken that another chance like this would be slim. He was aware how she viewed him. He was certain that he, The Goblin King, was a tyrant in her eyes. This realization weighed heavy in his heart and mind. If he could only show her that he, Jareth, was not what he seemed.
Jareth continued to carry her as he bypassed the Relativity Room. The stair cases that filled the chamber lead everywhere and nowhere at the time. The space reflected much how Jareth felt at the moment. It was interesting to him how the Labyrinth followed Sarah into the castle that day. Although the castle was generally his domain, it was built from the same components as the Labyrinth. So in actuality the Castle was an extension of the Labyrinth. After Sarah had consumed the peach that came from one of the trees that grew in the Labyrinth soil, like many of it's inhabitants, she became unknowingly connected to the ancient entity. It became aware of her. Due to it's curiosity of it's new constituent, it decided to followed her to the castle. It sensed the struggle between Jareth and Sarah. It knew of the true nature of Sarah's pure heart. Despite all of Jareth's deterrents, the Labyrinth protected the girl. It could sense her strength and desire to reattain her younger sibling. The young woman had a strong maternal instinct that the entity flagged as a noble trait. WhenSarah decided to selflessly leap in faith towards her younger brother, it then had chosen her, just as it had chosen Jareth many years before. Not only had the Labyrinth chosen her, but Jareth himself had done so as well. Albeit her inexperience, Sarah possessed fortitude. She was a natural born queen.
The Fae man continued along the corridor and came upon an ornately carved door. It was not equipped with a door handle nor a nob. It was only fitted with a door knocker. The bronzed piece was fashioned with a feminine face. As Jareth approached it's hollowed out pupils turned in it's sockets to acknowledge the visitors. The face of the knocker jumped alive. "OHH! YOUR MAJESTY!", it excitedly exclaimed. "My goodness it is so good to see you again! I was just saying to one of the cleaning goblins the other day, Poh, by chance do you know her? She is such a dear, doesn't say much though. Well anyway I was saying to Poh, how much that I don't get to see Your Majesty often. Lo and behold here you are, what a deligh-" "Ahem, excuse me Samarra I need to enter." His patience was already waning. If he had not interrupted the constant prattle that The Guardian of the Queens Chambers was prone to do they would be there all night. He understood that the being was lonesome and liked to gossip, but now was not the time to indulge it's yen for company. It's bronzed eyes fixed to the limp female form in his arms. "Ohhh...is that her?" "Yes", he curtly responded. "I have heard about her! How she bested you and broke your heart-" That did it for Jareth, the patience he once had had been chipped away. "Just open the door". He growled out. If the bronzed face could blanch, it would do so now at it's king's burst of anger. " B-but your majesty, you know the rules, you have to knock!" He couldn't believe his ears. He was so frustrated that he just grit his teeth and magically transported into the room on the other side of the door. His annoyance melted away as candle sconces and a chandelier immediately lit. This was the ante-chamber that connected the King's and Queen's bedrooms. Each had a Guardian door knocker that could only be accessed by the King or Queen themselves or anyone that they appointed to enter. The doors to their bedrooms could only be opened by their physical touch. It was a safety measure for both King and Queen. Jareth seldom had the need to enter the ante-chamber, he often directly transported himself to his bedroom. He would have to make it a point to use it more often as a social room for he and Sarah. Jareth took in the surroundings of the room. He spied a rose colored couch and directly went to lay Sarah upon it. Now he could stare upon her relaxed face. Her fair skin seemed to softly glow in the candle light. A gloved finger reached out to brush away a lock of dark hair but halted. Instead he hastily removed the glove revealing long slender white fingers. He wanted to touch her. To feel the smoothness of her skin with his bare fingertips. Her skin was flushed and he could feel the warmth radiating off of her. Just as Jareth was about to brush away the errant strand, Sarah's eyelids began to flutter. A moan escaped her full lips. Jareth instantly knew what was about to happen. Sarah turned her head and began to heave. Whatever poison that she had consumed, now needed to evacuate from her body. Jareth instantly produced a ceramic crock for the girl to vomit into. "Here Love, use this." Sarah with her eyes still closed fumbled to reach for what she automatically knew was something to use. She felt a smooth hard object being thrust into her hands. "There there Love," she heard a somewhat familiar voice croon. Something like a cool wet cloth was placed on the back of her neck. It helped her muscles relax after clenching convulsions. Then the sick began to rise again and began to expel from her body. Once the bout was over she groaned and passed into oblivion.
A light humming pervaded the fog of Sarah's drug induced sleep. The crooning somehow sounded familiar. A wave of nausea crawled up her esophagus. The taste of bile filled the back of her throat and burned the sensitive tissue. Consciousness lurched into the girl. The urgency to vomit activated an automatic response to rise and run to the toilet. In her haste she sprung up from what she thought was her bed in her dorm room. Realization hit her when she took in her surroundings. " There now," a male accented voice sounded as a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and rounded her about. The swift motion intensified Sarah urgency. Before she could look up into the face of her companion the threatening contents of her stomach evacuated all over his shirt front. Humilliation filled the girl as she realized what she had done. The hands on her shoulders tightened. Slowly her gaze rose and met that of none other than her nemesis, Jareth the Goblin King.