Sarah furiously stormed her way through the castle in search of a pompous ass king. Apparently, Jareth had instructed a goblin to come into her room the night before and steal all her Above cloths. She had just started to integrate into the finer fashions of fey, very slowly being the emphasis. Jareth had never mentioned a word about her attire and now suddenly insisted she start dressing like fey. This obsession didn't start until Calenth had made a comment about her Above attire.

Sarah liked Calenth and thought him funny with just the right amount of snarky. He and Jareth were perfect together, a great balance truly. When Jareth was way too serious, Calenth would humble him When Calenth was too enthusiastic, Jareth would mellow him. When Sarah watched them tackle a problem together, it was brilliant. Firing off ideas and analyzing them to perfection. Sarah couldn't imagine an obstacle that could challenge them. The two seemed to hold much respect for the other and got along seemingly well. Sarah got the impression they have known each other for years, maybe even centuries, she wasn't sure.

Almost a month and half had passed since the arrival of Calenth. The two men had spent most of that time away from the castle attending goblin business, to which Sarah had no idea what that could be or imagine. All she knew was that Calenth and Jareth would be away from the castle most days. While, she was to continue her studies under the watchful eyes of her instructors. When she inquired about the business she was told they were inspecting the goblin armies. An idea Sarah thought laughable.

One evening while sharing a meal, Calenth made a comment about Sarah's clothing. Well, not Sarah's directly, but that of Above's attire. The comment wasn't anything to dwell on, Sarah thought at the time. She wasn't even sure if that's what set Jareth on his campaign of her clothing. All Calenth said was, "The males Above are very lucky for women to take to such a progressive attire."

Sarah wasn't sure if the comment was directed toward her so she had checked herself. That day she was wearing a pair of tight slim fitted black jeans and a loose fitting dark blue button up tucked into the jeans. She believed herself fine, but when she looked up to see Jareth's frowning face she knew something had set him in a tizzy. After that day Jareth had ordered a stylist to create a whole new wardrobe for her. She appreciated the gesture, but she was slow to warm up to the clothes. The dresses were much too heavy and the corset too constricting. She liked being able to move and breath. But today when she woke up to dress, her clothes were gone and only fine fey dresses were left. When she had inquired of Rayl what had happened to them she simple replied, "They gone. Goblin took for Kingie."

Rayl had help Sarah dress quickly, well as quickly as four layers would allow, then headed through the castle to confront Jareth. Unluckily, he was nowhere to be found. She had checked all his normal haunts; the throne room, his study, the maze of stairs where he oddly liked to think. She was on the verge of pounding on his chambers, good thing she had no clue were that was or she would have. So here she was gallivanting through the castle looking for Jareth. What had pissed her off the most was the fact that there had been no discussion of her attire. Just one day POOF her cloths were gone. Had he spoken with her maybe they could have come to a compromise. Not anymore, now she was pissed. For goodness sake she was wearing nickers instead of panties. The idea of goblins with her panties was…. She couldn't even imagine what that would look like.

Rounding another corner she spotted Reatc, the dwarfish instructor that attempted to inform her about the Natural Council. "Sir React, just a moment!" The pudgy little dwarf paused and turned toward Sarah with a hard frown on his face. Sarah recognized that look, she was about to get a lecture. Bracing herself for the tongue lashing, Sarah noticed that Reatc wasn't alone. Next to him stood a small pixy-like creature, slightly smaller than Reatc himself. Sarah stopped before them and gave them both a polite curtsy and in turn the pixy curtsied and Reatc bowed. "Good Morning Lady Sarah. Now your curtsy was passable at best, but I can't dismiss yelling at me from across the hall whilst I am in conversation with Madam Nella." While he said this he gesture to the pixy lady beside him.

Sarah was in no mood to argue with him so she just apologized, "Pardon my intrusion Sir Reatc. I am in a little bit of a hurry. I need to speak with The King."

"Lady Sarah, that doesn't excuse the absence of manners. If I we-"

Placing her hand on his shoulder Madam Nella interrupted his tyrant, "Now Reatc, look at her, she is in a great hurry. Perhaps, we can forgive her this once?"

Reatc easily caved to the pretty face and pouting eyes staring up at him, "Perhaps you are right." Turning to Sarah, "You are forgiven this time, but be more considerate the next."

"Thank you," Sarah returned sarcastically, "Have you seen his Majesty?"

"If he is not in the castle I would presume he is riding." Nella told her.

"Riding? Like on horseback?"

"Why yes, something like that," said Nella, "He rides often. Have you not observed him always in riding boots and attire? The schedule of a king is demanding. He rides when time allows."

Sarah had thought the boots and tight pants were a fashion statement. She had never really thought about him having a purpose behind the getup. Jareth was incredibly handsome and he knew it. So Sarah thought his cloths tailored to accentuate a particular anatomy. Not that she minded. Escaping the vison of a romance novel cover of Fabio Jareth on the back of a horse, Sarah turned her attention back to the duo.

"Thank you for your help." With her quick adieu, Sarah hiked up her skirts and headed toward the stables.

Sarah stormed her way out of the castle and towards the direction of the stables. Since her time here she had become familiar with the castle and its surroundings. Most of her time was spent inside the castle, but she had made herself familiar with the surroundings and Goblin City. Besides the strange oddities, like a room of staircases, the Goblin castle was much like any other castle. There was a battlement, stables, armory, kitchens, and even a library. When she had first arrived over 10 years ago she had only seen small pieces of the Underground. Over a month here she had discovered the Underground was much larger then she first believed. Much like the Above, there was regions and states. Unlike a majority of the Above, the Underground was controlled by Kings and Queens. Those individuals were controlled by the Natural Council. Well, the fey wouldn't say controlled, more like observed by the council. Sarah was still confused by their governing ways, but she was certain of one thing, the Goblin Kingdom was not like the other kingdoms. As she learned more amount the Labyrinth the more Sarah came to realize the Labyrinth was a marvel. Much like the seven wonders Above of Above. The Labyrinth is really truly a masterpiece down here. Not even Jareth fully understands the extent of the Labyrinth.

Sarah lost her train of thought once the stables came into view. She was just about to approach when she heard something galloping toward her from behind. Expecting to see Jareth riding in, Sarah was dismayed by what she saw. Yes, Jareth was on a mount, but the mount was nothing Sarah had ever seen. The creature was about the size of a horse, but that's where the similarities ended. The creature was more dragon like then horse like. It had four legs covered in scales and fur, a large dragonesque head and small leathery wings. Jareth causally guided the thing to the side of the stable and gracefully dismounted. A tall skinny goblin took the reins and guided the beast inside.

"What the hell is that?!" Sarah blurted out.

"Sarah language." Jareth turned to face Sarah and to answer her question, but his words fell on deaf ears. Sarah was surprised by the creature, but she was even more so by the creature before her. She felt a pull deep down in a region that had not been visited for some time and was now making a small plea for attention. Sarah stared dumbstruck at Jareth. His long gilded hair was tied up with a leather band, enhancing pointed ears. His chest exposed, more so then normal, open almost to his naval. Jareth was breathing somewhat heavily, and his shirt was damp and clung to him tightly. His exposed skin had small beads of sweat glinting in the sun. So much for Sarah avoiding the romance cover Jareth. "-Longma."

Sarah snapped out of her state as Jareth finished. Sarah was embarrassed to discover that she had spaced out on this astonishing view of the Goblin King.

"Longma?"

"Yes, Sarah. A Longma. What's wrong with you? Did you not hear what I just said?" Sarah wasn't about to admit the trace his body brought on so she hurriedly said, "Yes, I heard. I also heard you enjoy riding." Sarah attempted to change the subject.

"I enjoy riding very much." Jareth turned toward the castle gesturing for her to accompany him.

With his prompting Sarah feel in stride beside him. Lacing her arm through his elbow she allowed him to escort her back to the castle. Sarah was glad for an opportunity to show off what she had been learning about fey etiquette. Forgetting what she had searched him out for, Sarah decided to try and hold a conversation with the Goblin King. "As I hear you ride often."

"You heard correctly. I try to ride as often as I am able."

Sarah felt herself sink into the conversation. She asked him about riding and what he tended to ride and he responded to her in turn. Enjoying the exchange, they slowed their promenade to a leaser pace as they returned to the castle. Surprised to hold a conversation without angering with the other.

"Are you interested in riding, Sarah?"

"I am now." Honestly admitting her interest.

"A Lady should learn to ride. Though, I get the impression that you are not here to discuss riding?"

Damn he is quick, Sarah thought to herself. It was fun while it lasted. "We must talk about my cloths, Jareth. Where are they?"

"Why? I find you adequately dressed today and the dress suits you very well." As Jareth said this he visual checked Sarah as she walked beside him. A blush creep to her checks and she tried her best to ignore it. "That's not the point Jareth. You stole all my Above cloths and forced me to wear this without consulting me."

"What you were wearing was not appropriate for a person of your standing." Jareth said calmly.

"What does it matter? It's not like I'm going anywhere and I'm pretty damn sure the Goblins don't care what I wear. I could be naked and they wouldn't notice"

"Language." Jareth ground out. "That's is exactly what I mean." Jareth was starting to lose his patience and it was easy to tell his tempter was about to be found. "Others do see you! You need to start having the mindset of a ruler if you take this position sincerely."

"What position!?" Sarah felt the need to match his level, she couldn't stop herself.

"My Queen." Jareth said the word almost like there was a desperate need that Sarah didn't understand. The word was followed by a brief pause as the tension started to drain from them. Sarah hadn't realized they had stopped walking and now faced each other. She needed time to process what he had said, but this wasn't the time nor place.

"Okay, Jareth. Perhaps you are right, but maybe can we compromise?"

Jareth exhaled and looked up to the sky. He looked as though he was counting before he turned back to Sarah. "What do you mean?"

"Tell me what is wrong with my attire and maybe I can alter what I wear to fit my comfort level and fit the needs of a lady Underground." Sarah hadn't planned to suggest a compromise, but once she strung the words together and spoke them aloud her idea seemed solid.

Jareth thought for a moment before he continue, "Nothing so tight tailored, especially in you hind quarters. You are much too shapely and your Above clothing leave little for the imagination. You should always have more than one layer. The tops you wear have gaps between the buttons. At the right angle you can see your lady garments between the buttons. Your cloth mustn't be too big either. They must hold your secrets, but still let those know you want to tell it. Also, no thongs."

Sarah was already red from his description of her cloths, but the last part… she thought she was about to die from embarrassment. "…thongs…" she timidly breathed. How could be possibly know?!

"Yes, your feet should be adequately covered. It's consider indecorous for you to show your feet to others in public situations." Sarah about collapsed from relief. He meant the shoe thongs.

"Very well Jareth! I agree to your terms." Sarah held her hand out to seal the deal. Jareth lightly took her hand, turned it over in his own and brought it to his lips.

"The deal is sealed if you agree to one term. You will take riding lessons from me." Sarah thought the request odd, but accepted his terms.

After kissing the back of her hand Jareth abruptly turned to leave. Caressing the place on her hand were his lips touched, Sarah took a moment to admire his department before she realized by his description he was not appropriately dressed! Those pants were much too tight.

"What the hell?"