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my story and send me a little note. I hope I do the multiple chapter
posting thing right. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed my other stories
the comments were very encouraging. Also the young nursing student is my
sister, and that really happened. I know the chapters are short but that's
how I write. Let me know what you think.
Disclaimers still apply. I don't on this. Duh.
Chapter 2: What the Eye Sees
Regal could never adequately describe the King of the Goblins. Oh, he had an air of authority and the obviously noble lineage but there was something else about him. Some would say an unnatural power shone from his mismatched eyes. Other said there was a strange aura of chaos that seemed to surround him. What most didn't see was the pain that creased his face or the sorrow that caused his finely sculpted lips to be constantly turned down.
Currently His Majesty, King Jareth or the Goblin Kingdom, Master of the Labyrinth was sitting on his throne with his head cradled in his hands surrounded by general disarray. Goblins scurried around wary of their sovereign's wrath. It was only two hours since breakfast and already a crisis had occurred. The goblins, bless their demented little heads, had decided that animals should not be out in the rain. So, they were brought inside, in the throne room, every last one. A wave of his hand had cleared the room of the animals but some things were left behind. The miscreants cowered before the throne unsure of what fate awaited them. Raising his head, Jareth tried to contain his laughter and wear a forbidding mask.
"Whose idea was this?" He asked quietly.
"Is imms." "Na ah, yous." "Not me." "Was to yous."
"Enough!" Jareth thundered after a minute of babbling. "Since no one will step forward, I guess I will have to punish you all." A feral light gleamed in his eyes as he began to pace in front of the offending goblins. "You will clean the entire castle. Every room on every floor, from top to bottom. There will be no more animals in the castle at all. If I am not satisfied with your work, you will clean the Labyrinth as well. You had better get started before I change my mind." The goblins stumbled over each other to get away from their king. Even their little minds could understand that they had gotten away with murder this time.
After the goblins had cleared the throne room Jareth let loose his laughter. It wasn't often that they did something this outrageous but when they did it was a dozy. It had been a long time since Jareth had had anything to laugh about and it was relaxing to let go.
"It's good to hear you laugh, Sire."
"Oh, Sebal, did you hear what they did?"
"I did not need to hear, I could smell, my Lord." A smile cracked his normally stoic face.
"I take it," Jareth said with a sigh, "that I am required for something."
"Yes, Sire. There are petitions to hear and quite a few documents to take care of."
"Do I have to?" Jareth whined sounding every inch the petulant child.
"Absolutely, my Lord. A kingdom can."
"not run itself. I know but I don't have to like it."
"As you wish." Sebal replied following his king out of the throne room.
The petitions went on for hours. Jareth had to concentrate on actually concentrating. Was there some reason why his subjects could not sort out their problems on their own, he wondered? He cast a pleading glance at Sebal and hoped that he understood that he couldn't take another minute of this. The next time, Jareth thought, that I need to torture someone I'll have them hear petitions. Jareth rose and exited the room as Sebal released the rest of the audience. Entering his private office, Jareth slumped into his chair. Idly, he pulled forth a crystal. It spun effortlessly on the tips of his fingers. Gazing into the spinning ball cause a face to appear. It was the face that always appeared. It was her. The girl that had defeated him. She hadn't actually damaged anything, except his pride. With a hint of his usual indifference, Jareth intently watched the slowly revolving crystal. When it stopped he could see her face clearly.
Her eyes were closed in a deep dreamless sleep. Her dark hair spilled over the white pillow. The contrast was almost erotic. He pulled back until her could see her in entirety. Her arms were tucked under the pillows her head rested on. Her long legs were spread eagled on the bed. My, my haven't we grown, Jareth thought. Her slim legs lay bare and her full breasts barely contained by the thin camisole she wore. I definitely should have looked in on her more often. He could feel himself reacting. It had been a while since, well anybody. It was too bad he couldn't drop by for a little chat. That would certainly be most interesting. He watched Sarah stir from her sleep and lift a little off the bed. Oh, bloody hell, could she sense him? The crystal disappeared in a heartbeat. Sighing deeply, Jareth turned to the paperwork waiting on his desk.
Chapter 2: What the Eye Sees
Regal could never adequately describe the King of the Goblins. Oh, he had an air of authority and the obviously noble lineage but there was something else about him. Some would say an unnatural power shone from his mismatched eyes. Other said there was a strange aura of chaos that seemed to surround him. What most didn't see was the pain that creased his face or the sorrow that caused his finely sculpted lips to be constantly turned down.
Currently His Majesty, King Jareth or the Goblin Kingdom, Master of the Labyrinth was sitting on his throne with his head cradled in his hands surrounded by general disarray. Goblins scurried around wary of their sovereign's wrath. It was only two hours since breakfast and already a crisis had occurred. The goblins, bless their demented little heads, had decided that animals should not be out in the rain. So, they were brought inside, in the throne room, every last one. A wave of his hand had cleared the room of the animals but some things were left behind. The miscreants cowered before the throne unsure of what fate awaited them. Raising his head, Jareth tried to contain his laughter and wear a forbidding mask.
"Whose idea was this?" He asked quietly.
"Is imms." "Na ah, yous." "Not me." "Was to yous."
"Enough!" Jareth thundered after a minute of babbling. "Since no one will step forward, I guess I will have to punish you all." A feral light gleamed in his eyes as he began to pace in front of the offending goblins. "You will clean the entire castle. Every room on every floor, from top to bottom. There will be no more animals in the castle at all. If I am not satisfied with your work, you will clean the Labyrinth as well. You had better get started before I change my mind." The goblins stumbled over each other to get away from their king. Even their little minds could understand that they had gotten away with murder this time.
After the goblins had cleared the throne room Jareth let loose his laughter. It wasn't often that they did something this outrageous but when they did it was a dozy. It had been a long time since Jareth had had anything to laugh about and it was relaxing to let go.
"It's good to hear you laugh, Sire."
"Oh, Sebal, did you hear what they did?"
"I did not need to hear, I could smell, my Lord." A smile cracked his normally stoic face.
"I take it," Jareth said with a sigh, "that I am required for something."
"Yes, Sire. There are petitions to hear and quite a few documents to take care of."
"Do I have to?" Jareth whined sounding every inch the petulant child.
"Absolutely, my Lord. A kingdom can."
"not run itself. I know but I don't have to like it."
"As you wish." Sebal replied following his king out of the throne room.
The petitions went on for hours. Jareth had to concentrate on actually concentrating. Was there some reason why his subjects could not sort out their problems on their own, he wondered? He cast a pleading glance at Sebal and hoped that he understood that he couldn't take another minute of this. The next time, Jareth thought, that I need to torture someone I'll have them hear petitions. Jareth rose and exited the room as Sebal released the rest of the audience. Entering his private office, Jareth slumped into his chair. Idly, he pulled forth a crystal. It spun effortlessly on the tips of his fingers. Gazing into the spinning ball cause a face to appear. It was the face that always appeared. It was her. The girl that had defeated him. She hadn't actually damaged anything, except his pride. With a hint of his usual indifference, Jareth intently watched the slowly revolving crystal. When it stopped he could see her face clearly.
Her eyes were closed in a deep dreamless sleep. Her dark hair spilled over the white pillow. The contrast was almost erotic. He pulled back until her could see her in entirety. Her arms were tucked under the pillows her head rested on. Her long legs were spread eagled on the bed. My, my haven't we grown, Jareth thought. Her slim legs lay bare and her full breasts barely contained by the thin camisole she wore. I definitely should have looked in on her more often. He could feel himself reacting. It had been a while since, well anybody. It was too bad he couldn't drop by for a little chat. That would certainly be most interesting. He watched Sarah stir from her sleep and lift a little off the bed. Oh, bloody hell, could she sense him? The crystal disappeared in a heartbeat. Sighing deeply, Jareth turned to the paperwork waiting on his desk.