He knew he shouldn't be there. It was strictly forbidden right? But he was
king; he could do whatever he wanted, in the Underground at least. But this
wasn't the Underground, this was a human's house, a mortal women's bedroom
window. He slapped himself mentally, what would he tell the goblins when he
returned to his throne room. It didn't matter; he loved her and wanted, no
needed to be close by.
He watched her as she twirled her fingers through her silky absentmindedly. What was she thinking about? Could her thoughts have strayed to him? He almost laughed out loud at that thought, she hated him, right?
What was it about him that made her think about him so abruptly? She couldn't put her finger on it. It was as if she could feel his eyes on her. She quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head, it was impossible. She had her chance to stay with him, five years ago exactly. He had promised her a beautiful estate within his kingdom, and all the riches and fame she could possibly imagine. But one key ingredient she thought was missing, love.
She certainty didn't love him then. She was young and naïve. He had taken her younger brother and almost turned him into a goblin. How could she love someone who put her own brother in complete danger? These thoughts lingered for only a moment, when she fell heard a strangely familiar voice.
"Sarah," it called. It sounded almost as if the person who was speaking was completely out of breath. "Sarah," it spoke again. She knew that voice.
Trembling, she forced herself out of the warm comforts of her bed, and walked subconsciously around the room to the door, fumbling as she tripped over the wooden plants of her floor in complete darkness.
Finally she found the light switch, and the once dark room became illuminated with golden light. Impulsively she brought her hand to her eyes to shield herself from the blinding light. A short while a later, her eyes adjusted to the light and she viewed the area surrounding her.
Her room had stayed the same over the last few years. Even while she was at college, her father and her step-mother did not change too much to her room. The one thing that was missing was a tiny, crimson red book. It reminded her to much of him.
That's when she heard the name call again. It whispered to her almost like a willow tree swaying in the breeze, its branches creaking with old age. She put her hand nervously up to her lips and murmured a name lost to her,
"Jareth." her voice so low that she could barely hear herself but it didn't matter, he heard all.
It all sounded so right, the way his name rolled off her tongue. It made her feel safe even though it was just a name, he was just another person. He probably didn't even remember her.
A loud noise sounded behind her and she quickly spun around to see where the noise was coming from.
He watched her as she twirled her fingers through her silky absentmindedly. What was she thinking about? Could her thoughts have strayed to him? He almost laughed out loud at that thought, she hated him, right?
What was it about him that made her think about him so abruptly? She couldn't put her finger on it. It was as if she could feel his eyes on her. She quickly pushed those thoughts out of her head, it was impossible. She had her chance to stay with him, five years ago exactly. He had promised her a beautiful estate within his kingdom, and all the riches and fame she could possibly imagine. But one key ingredient she thought was missing, love.
She certainty didn't love him then. She was young and naïve. He had taken her younger brother and almost turned him into a goblin. How could she love someone who put her own brother in complete danger? These thoughts lingered for only a moment, when she fell heard a strangely familiar voice.
"Sarah," it called. It sounded almost as if the person who was speaking was completely out of breath. "Sarah," it spoke again. She knew that voice.
Trembling, she forced herself out of the warm comforts of her bed, and walked subconsciously around the room to the door, fumbling as she tripped over the wooden plants of her floor in complete darkness.
Finally she found the light switch, and the once dark room became illuminated with golden light. Impulsively she brought her hand to her eyes to shield herself from the blinding light. A short while a later, her eyes adjusted to the light and she viewed the area surrounding her.
Her room had stayed the same over the last few years. Even while she was at college, her father and her step-mother did not change too much to her room. The one thing that was missing was a tiny, crimson red book. It reminded her to much of him.
That's when she heard the name call again. It whispered to her almost like a willow tree swaying in the breeze, its branches creaking with old age. She put her hand nervously up to her lips and murmured a name lost to her,
"Jareth." her voice so low that she could barely hear herself but it didn't matter, he heard all.
It all sounded so right, the way his name rolled off her tongue. It made her feel safe even though it was just a name, he was just another person. He probably didn't even remember her.
A loud noise sounded behind her and she quickly spun around to see where the noise was coming from.