Jareth was sitting on his throne with his staff, hitting it against his left leg. Which was draped across the arm of his throne. He had his left hand on his temple. This is what he did when he was deep in thought.
He sighed and looked for comfort in the bumbling goblins in his throne room. They simply just continued what idiot things they were doing.
Jareth groaned and slumped in his seat.
He was alone again. Without Sarah all of his depression, all of his wounds reopened. He felt so numb and empty without her. But what could he possibly do now? She was long gone. She hated him after all he had done.
And with that Jareth stood and kicked the nearest goblin high into the air.
"Curse you! All of you! Idiots!" He shrieked in anger.
The rest of the goblins cowered in fright. Hoggle was to first to speak, "Your majesty, is it the girl?"
"Of course it is the girl, you moron!" Jareth sneered as he becan to pace.
"I'm sorry, sire, but I'm afraid there is nothing we can do..."
Jareth brow furrowed. He glared at Hoggle. His patients had run thin. But then he felt a twinge and his heart. Pain seeped through his entire body. He grimmanced.
"Sire, was it something I said?"
"No, no... Hoggle, I'm fine," Jareth shooed him away with one hand and held the other to his throbbing head.
But then he heard something. A shriek. A cry for help.
"Sarah!" He shouted, and with that he quickly shapeshifted into a beautiful white barn owl.