Jareth sat in his study, running through all possible outcomes. He needed to be sure to have his magic fully charged, planning to take the time to ground in the morning and recharge some of his stones.

"Your majesty?" Chase called out tentatively, glancing back at his brother who shrugged.

"You need to get ready for a great battle tomorrow," Jareth said, not looking up at them.

"What happened? Has the Ogre Kingdom-" Chance started, his face becoming serious.

"No. I just need you prepared. The Fae King has asked that I escort the 'new elf' to him the day after tomorrow. I'm 'allowed' to bring two guards." The words 'new elf' and 'allowed' dripped with venom from his lips.

"Why would he want to meet her?" Chase wondered out loud.

"His queen has died without leave an heir," Jareth said, anger boiling in his eyes.

"We won't go! We will fight!" Chase yelled, slamming his hands down on Jareth's desk. The Goblin King let out a harsh barking laugh.

"I always knew you to be a fool."

Chance glared at him.

"Then I'll take her above ground. Hide her."

Jareth stood up, his face shadowed with anger and power as a strong wind snapped through the wind.

"She is mine," Jareth said, his voice dangerous.

"Kaye is a living being. She belongs to no one but herself."

"Really?! You're going to do this now?!" Chase snapped, drawing both of their attention.

"Running will do nothing. Fighting is asking for death. We will go. We will find out what he wants. And we WILL return here. All of us. Gods, you're such children sometimes!"

Both of the men's powers died down as they shot one last glare at each other.

"Just charge your magic's and bring out everything you can," Jareth said, going back to his desk. Chance said nothing as he left.

"Thank you for putting up with him," Chase said, still standing where he was.

"He will protect her more because he loves her. He just needs to remember who I am." Jareth said as he started a list of things he would need. Chase nodded before he moved to leave as well, pausing at the door.

"Perhaps you should explain this to Kaye. She should know. And... not to push my opinions on you, but maybe give her an elfin book on defense magic?"

Jareth didn't respond as his hand flew across the page, the quill never stopping as it scratched out words in black ink. Chase sighed before leaving, closing the door behind him softly. Jareth's hand stopped as a sigh left his own lips, his head bowing. He should have known the moment everything was working out something like this was going to happen. Yet he had remained positive. He had allowed himself to hope. In movements too fast for the untrained eye, he grabbed the ink well, throwing it across the room to shatter against the stone, the black ink running down the wall. Jareth had had it all planned out; he would claim her tonight, slowly and with all the care and feelings he held for her. The moment they laid together she would bear his mark. But the king could see when that happened, and he had neglected to tell anyone that he had been forbidden to do so if he hadn't already. He knew why the king wanted her to visit. He wanted to see if her looks were to his liking, to see if Jareth had claimed her as his own. He wanted a Queen. He wanted an elf bride.

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Kaye looked down at herself, taking in how dirty she had gotten from cleaning the room from boredom and nervousness. She took the gamble of taking a bath, and then had to decide to; put back on her gown, run to get a clean one, or another option. She ended up in Jareth's black poet's shirt and her white stockings that had stayed clean from the brown knight gown covering them. Jareth's shirt reached mid-thigh and even tied the neckline dipped dangerously low, exposing much of her small breast. She finally went over to the bookshelf she cleaned earlier, grabbing a random leather-bound book, then curled up against the headboard of the bed while she waited for Jareth to return. After a while, she could no longer stay awake, sleep dragging her into its soft embrace.

Jareth ran his hand across his face before walking into his room, a book in hand on elf magic. He paused as he took in his now clean room before his miss-matched eyes landed on Kaye sleeping above the covers in his shirt. He silently walked over to her, removing the book from her chest to place it on a side table with the one he had. A moan left his lips as he took in her appearance; her soft lips were parted slightly in her sleep, her breast rising and lowering evenly, her legs still slightly tucked in. He brushed her hair behind her ear as he sighed deeply.

"You really know how to test a man." He mumbled, trailing his fingertips down her jaw. A small smile pulled at her lips at this. She moaned softly, turning towards his hand.

"Jareth."

His name left her lips softer than a breath but still held such emotions as her body squirmed a bit. Jareth felt a twitch in his tights at this. His mind fighting against the demand from his king and his want as a man. But he knew the king would just kill her to teach Jareth a lesson and he couldn't bear the thought. As all these things ran through his mind Kaye had stirred awake, pulling his mind and attention back to her here. She stretched, causing his poet's shirt to rise up, almost showing her panties as her nipples barely stayed contained by the thin fabric. Her eyes blinked slowly as she registered Jareth standing over her, her face blushing darker shades of red the more awake she became.

"Hi." She said, a smile gracing her face. Jareth felt the twitch from earlier grow into something more as a suppressed groan turned into a growl in his throat. Kaye's eyes widened slightly as he let his-self fall face first on the bed.

"Oh, my gods! Are you alright?" Kaye asked, pulling her feet under herself as she sat up.

"What happened to the brown gown?" He asked, looking up at her.

"Uh… it got dirty while I cleaned up your room. I'm sorry if I upset you wearing your shirt-"

"I'm not upset. I'm tortured."

Kaye flushed at that as she pulled on the edge of the shirt.

"Sorry."

Jareth turned over onto his side, studying her, a slight frown to his face.

"You can't trust the Fae King when we go."

She met his gaze, matching his seriousness.

"I gathered that from your response to the letter. What's going on Jareth?"

He didn't respond as he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. Worry began to creep into Kaye's features as she waited.

"The Queen passed about…. 46 years ago. Well, the 6th Queen. The Fae King has a… thing for elf women. But there are no elf women left here that haven't been claimed. But you." He said, looking over at her. Kaye worried her bottom lip.

"How does one become claimed?" Kaye asked softly, even though she felt she knew the answer. Jareth's eyes darkened with lust as he squeezed her hand.

"Matters not. The moment I claim you, you would be marked and the Fae King can see when that happens. I've been ordered not to do so if I hadn't already."

Kaye nodded as she ran through the information.

"And what would happen if I refused to go?" She inquired. Jareth sighed and smiled softly at her.

"He would kill you."

"Then we just have to make me unattractive."

Jareth looked at her in confusion as she smiled.

"I don't think that's possible luv."

"You shall see. But for now, we need to rest so we can get ready for this."

Jareth shrugged as he stood from the bed, stripping down to his tights before crawling into the bed with her, instantly pulling her to his chest.

"I won't let him take you," Jareth said softly as he used his magic to extinguish the candles and oil lamps about the room.

"I know," Kaye answered, snuggling closer as sleep began to claim her yet again.

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A/N: Let me know what you think. Reviews really do help me wright more. I am building this up to end soon though. So really, you letting me know what you think means a lot so I can know which way to take this. I have one of two endings, one that can happen in 2-3 chapters and one that will take 5-10 or so. Either way, thank you for reading, faving, and watching!