Author's Note: I am so sorry I have taken so long to update this story, but partially it is because of school, as well as brain blockage. I will try to update again soon. Really soon. Now please please please remember to R&R! I really do want to read what you have to say; I'm not just saying this for my health. Would love to hear whatever you've got, questions, comments, ideas...need I go on?

On another note please remember that despite how many times I say it I do not own, and am not owned by one deliciously sexy Goblin King, and or any of his little Goblins. :-(

Also PLEASE remember that this story is rated M for a reason, if you have a problem with any such content, then go to another story...Thank you for your time and patience enjoy this latest chapter...

Chapter Three

The next morning Sarah awoke to the sound of a clock chiming and birds chirping which could be heard through the windows. Slowly she raised herself into a sitting position and blinked, rubbing her eyes, as the previous nights horrors came rushing back to her. She looked around the room once again before cautiously standing and stretching her arms above her head. She did notice that somehow during the night the drapes had drawn themselves back over the windows. She glanced towards the bathroom chamber and yawned, deciding that a bath was probably the best thing to wake her up. Stepping into the separate room Sarah turned the knob for the water and waited for the tub to fill. Once she was satisfied she shed her clothes and stepped in. Glancing around she spotted a cloth and soaps on a carved out ledge.

After a quick bath Sarah strode over to her dresser and pulled out a simple flowing brown skirt and beige peasant top, as she dropped her towel she glanced at herself in the mirror located on top of the dresser and was about to grab her shirt when some unknown mark on her body caught her attention. Quickly looking back over at her reflection she noticed a strange Celtic knot design over her heart. She gently ran her fingers over it surprised to find the skin smooth, the pattern itself was rather beautiful it ran in a circular shape and was about the size of a baseball. There were two different designs within it, on the outer edges of the circle was a thin interwoven knot that repeatedly formed smaller swirls that framed the rest of the marking, while directly in the middle of the marking was a crescent with a smaller knot pattern directly in its center.

Sarah stared at it befuddled for a moment, before the memory of the dungeon came rushing back to her; the burning sensation she had felt upon her chest, and then she recalled what the Goblin King had said about her being marked. Was that what he had been referring to? Hesitantly she turned back to her clothes and picked the towel back up and began drying her hair, once finished, she dressed and sat on her bed dreading the day to come, and what the King of this place had in store for her. Before long Sarah found herself dozing off slightly, and decided to lie back down, expecting to be awoken by a knock on her door.

However, Sarah was stirred from her nap when she felt a stirring in the air, almost as if there was breeze, and when she opened her eyes she jumped to find an imposing figure standing in front of her bed with their arms crossed over their chest smirking down at her arrogantly, immediately recognizing the stance as one belonging to one particularly arrogant Goblin King.

She gasped and sat up abruptly, trying to dislodge the grogginess from her mind.

"I see you already found the clothes I had prepared for you…pity." said the Goblin King as he leered at her.

Sarah sat there silently, her mind still catching up with her, squinting her eyes she realized that it was because the drapes were still drawn that the room was still seemingly cast in darkness all but for a few candles on the walls, once again making it exceedingly difficult to make out the King's face in its entirety.

"What, no retort? I'm disappointed Sarah…" sighed the King while looking around the room. "I trust that the room is satisfactory?" continued the King.

"Oh—oh yes…it's fine…" mumbled Sarah, not really sure what to say.

"Then if you're ready? Shall we go to breakfast? I will discuss with you what is expected…" asked the King as he offered Sarah his arm once again.

Without a word Sarah grabbed it, and as soon as she did she found herself standing in a banquet hall. She looked around confused and then back up at the Goblin King.

Catching her expression he let out a small chuckle and flicked his wrist. Suddenly the drapes on the wall pulled back and allowed the sunshine of the morning to seep into the room. And for the first time since she had been dragged into this nightmarish world Sarah was able to get a good look at the mysterious and villainous Goblin King.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat, all her thoughts of a hideously disfigured creature fleeing her mind. There before her stood a man, his shoulders broad, and his figure strong yet lean, and his face; his features sharp, distinct, he definitely looked like royalty. His eyes though were what held her attention, for they were two separate colors, one blue and the other brown. His hair surprised her, for it was wild and untamed standing out in all directions, different shades of gold highlighting it. He was casually dressed in a white poet's shirt, with a neckline that reached his navel, and upon his breast laid a golden crescent pendant. A pair of soft form-fitted black leather breeches, and knee high leather boots adorned his legs. The King caught her stare and smirked.

"Like what you see Precious?" he sneered.

"No, merely sizing you up…" snorted Sarah.

"I assure you Precious…no one has ever complained about my size…" the Goblin King let the sentence trail off suggestively.

Sarah's cheeks flooded with color and she glanced away, words unable to form in her mouth.

The King looked at her triumphantly, she was embarrassed, good. It wouldn't hurt for her to remember the potential threat that he posed to her. Fear was after all a very strong motivator. Biting back another smile he once again offered her his arm as he walked her over to the banquet table. Hesitantly she took it refusing to meet his eyes. When they reached the table he released her arm and pulled her chair out for her, then motioned for her to be seated. Cautiously, so as not to startle her he pushed the chair back in for her once she was situated. He then moved to the chair on the right and sunk down, throwing one leg over the arm closest to her. Drumming his fingers casually on his raised leg he motioned for her to eat, waiting until she had started before talking. If she had food in her mouth she was less likely to speak out against what he was going to say.

"Now…about what is expected of you…" drawled the Goblin King taking in her surprised expression, schooling his features into an expressionless mask.