Author's Note: Here is part three! I was originally going to end at part three but I divided the last part into two parts as it's pretty long. Expect the final part very soon!

Enjoy!

Sarah reached inside her purse to get out her keys once she reached her apartment building. What a day! she thought, First, I got fired from my job. And then, a random stranger decided to give me a bouquet of gorgeous red roses. After that, Mike gives me a drink filled with peach juice while a stranger plays a tune that I might have heard somewhere long ago. Today was totally bizarre.

Once the brunette reached the main door of the building, she noticed that there was a shabby beggar wearing a dark trench coat, a hat, and baggy brown pants sitting nearby. He began to speak to her although she didn't make any eye contact to him.

"Would you spare a few pennies for the poor?" he said in a hoarse voice. He then held out a worn soup can towards the young woman. This prompted Sarah to pull out her wallet and place a few dollars in the can. She then proceeded to enter the building. However, she was stopped by a clammy hand that held onto her wrist.

"Just a piece of advice for ya. The way forward is sometimes the way back." He instantly let go of her wrist and stood up, walking away.

This left Sarah confused and dazed as she didn't understand the old man's riddle. After a few moments, the brunette snapped out of her daze and then proceeded to her apartment on the second floor. She pulled out of the apartment key, hoping to finally take a much needed relaxing bath after the numerous events that occurred.

After she opened the door, Sarah was startled at the sight before her. Her apartment was a wreck! Her furniture was broken into pieces, spewed all over the place. Some sort of mud was streaked across her walls and onto the carpets. And finally, numerous white feathers were littered all over the place. Seeing the disaster made Sarah want to pull out every fiber of her hair.

"What the hell happened here?" Sarah screeched. It was loud enough to cause something to stir underneath her now-wrecked coffee table. The brunette noticed and bent down next to it, picking up the pieces to discover that there was a small goblin. It cowered when his brown eyes met angry green ones.

"Pleaz for'give me, Lady," it cried, "Me wan'ted juz to gib you Cupid."

"What or who is Cupid?"

"Cupid iz me pet chick'en. 'Day is Valen'tinez 'Ay, tat is wat Kingy z'aid. Me want'ed to gi'be it to Lady. Might help Lady fall in lob'. Me mean't no harm. For'gibe me?"

"Wait, fall in love with whom?"

The goblin shyly gave her the one-worded answer she didn't want to hear: "Kingy".

That response caused Sarah to put her hands over her face, breathing out angrily at the mention of that guy. Yes, that guy. Their king.

Sarah went over to the only spot that was still in a decent shape; the window ledge. She bent down and set her elbows on the ledge. She placed her hands on her forehead, fretting about the King of Goblins.

"For crying out loud, what does he want from me? Does he expect for me to fall in love with him?" she shouted in the palms of her hands. The irritated woman suddenly felt that the air was magically changing around her.

"Temper, temper, Sarah," an elegant yet crisp British-accented voice chided.

Sarah froze. That voice, she thought as she slowly turned her head towards the voice's owner. Chocolate brown eyes met with a set of mismatched ones. The brunette gasped when she realized who was next to her.

It's him! It's really him! Sarah mentally screamed. But, what the hell is he doing here?

"Cat's got your tongue, precious?" the glorious Goblin King asked as Sarah continue to stare at him. He was the same as before with his hair still pale blonde, sticking out all over. Sarah saw noticed that the King of Goblins was wearing a simple outfit; a billowing white poet outfit with skin-tight black leggings. Sarah couldn't help to notice that his shirt was opened partly at the top that was styled in such a way to showed off the handsome king's bare chest and a medallion that was made from an unknown metal. Her eyes then trailed back to his face where she saw that he still had marks of discoloration around his eyes. The monarch still held a certain type of sternness in his facial features.

"Like what you see, hmm?" Jareth said as he walked towards the only other thing not wrecked in the goblin and chicken fiasco: a brown-colored padded chair. He lazily lounged in it, putting his legs on the arms on one side.

"Oh no no no noooooooo NO!" Sarah shrieked, throwing her hands in protest at Jareth's comment. "For you information, I don't like what I see. And, what are you doing here? I didn't call you nor summon for someone to be taken away."

"Oh, precious. I know you like me. As for why I am here, I heard from an anonymous source that today is some sort of love holiday in the Aboveground. What do you call it? Ahhhhh, yes! You mortals call it Valentine's Day. However, a certain someone continuously rejected my "romantic" offers throughout the day..."

Sarah was in shock. "What offers? Wait a minute... Those flowers at my workplace. Did you give them?" The brunette then closed her eyes while rubbing her temples to try to calm down a brewing headache.

A voice suddenly behind her spoke up. "Very much, Sarah. As well as the peach-flavored drink, the pianist crooning that memorable tune, and a disastrous gift of "Cupid" from a goblin. Sorry about that as it failed and caused you to have a now-wrecked apartment."

The woman in question whirled her head to look at the speaker. It was a woman who was almost a carbon copy of Jareth. Well, except that she had softer features and strawberry-blonde hair. Sarah squinted her eyes to get a better look at the new stranger in her apartment and gasped.