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Chapter Six

Sarah awoke to the sound of a clock chiming loudly and sunlight suddenly hitting her eyes. Forcing her eyes open Sarah blinked and looked around the room, the curtains had been drawn back and windows opened. She glanced over to the clock and all but jumped from the bed, it was five forty-five already, and it was more than likely that the king was going to be as prompt as usual. Hurriedly she ran over to the wardrobe and pulled out another long skirt and loose blouse, and then she swiftly brushed her hair out, braiding it, and fastening it with a leather thong. Just as she had finished she felt a stirring in the air once again and looked up into her mirror to meet the smirking expression of the Goblin King.

"For a moment Precious I was hopeful you had just awoken…" sighed the king disappointed.

"No Your Majesty, I'm ready when you are." said Sarah standing and brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt.

"Then come." said the Goblin King offering her his arm again.

Once again as Sarah took it she found herself transported back into the banquet hall. Breakfast laid out upon the table, the king pulled her chair out for her just as before. After she had been seated he seated himself.

He had been prepared to try and coax her into eating again as he had had to do the morning before, and was therefore surprised to see her applying herself to the food with gusto and vigor.

"You eat as if you have been starved Precious…" teased the Goblin King, "surely the food here is not so bad as so you must go on a hunger strike."

"I feel as if I've been on one though, I only ate breakfast yesterday…" mumbled Sarah embarrassed about how she had been eating. A blush rose on her cheeks and she ducked her head, setting her fork down on the table next to her plate.

Instantly the Goblin King's smile vanished, she had been without food all day yesterday. She had gone to bed hungry and sore. No wonder she was eating as if she had not seen food in days, he scowled. While it was his intention to tease her and scare her, he had never meant to be cruel. After all the wonderful work she had done in the throne room, it bothered him that she was so hungry.

"Please eat Precious…I did not mean to discourage your appetite. It appears as though I own you another apology Sarah; it was never my intention to starve you. From now on while you are working I will have a servant bring you meals. Skipping meals cannot be very good for mortals I imagine."

Sarah looked up through her eyelashes at the Goblin King, taking in his expression, once she was satisfied that he was sincere; reapplied herself to her meal.

Satisfied that she was eating again the king proceeded to eat his own food. The meal continued on much as it had the day before, neither of them saying a word, the only sound was that of the forks and knives making contact with the plates. As the meal was winding down the Goblin King once again threw his leg over the arm of the chair and studied Sarah as she finished.

Unnerved by the king's intense stare, Sarah set her napkin upon the table and glanced around the room, avoiding eye contact at all costs. Clearing her throat Sarah strengthened her resolve and spoke, "What should I start to clean today?"

The king remained silent for a few more minutes, continuing to stare at her. Sarah forced herself to remain seated and calm. If she openly showed her discomfort and panic she was positive the Goblin King would only exploit it further.

"Today Precious you are going to be attending court with me and taking down notes as the meeting proceeds. I have no secretary and it is tedious for me to try and remember all of the tiny details." sighed the Goblin King exasperated.

"O-Okay…" stuttered Sarah surprised.
"It is nothing to worry about Sarah, I assure you that it is a simple task and far less tolling then the scrubbing the throne room." chuckled the king as he noticed her distress.

"When does it begin?" asked Sarah shifting in her seat.

"As soon as you've finished eating Precious." said the king nonchalantly.

"I'm done now." said Sarah rising from her seat.

"Then shall we?" asked the Goblin King offering her his arm.

Hesitantly Sarah took it, as soon as she did she realized they were no longer standing in the banquet hall, but were suddenly in the throne room. She gasped as she noticed the horde of creatures gathered all over the throne room—she fought the tears as she noticed that the creatures were dirtying the once sparkling throne room all over again.

The Goblin King snuck a glance over at the young woman and took in her distressed expression, following her eyes around the room. He frowned as he noticed the destruction on the previously cleaned room. It appeared that Sarah was going to have to begin to train the goblins sooner rather than later. Leading Sarah to the front of the room he made an elegant, comfortable chair appear on the right side of his own throne. He guided Sarah up the stairs and helped her to situate herself in the chair before he threw himself onto the throne, throwing his legs over the arm of the seat and tapping his fingers casually on his thigh.

"Proceed." He commanded in a droll voice.

Suddenly one of the goblins approached the throne and bowed before beginning to speak, "Yer Majesty…there's been hob goblins stealing me chickens again."

"Do you know the name of this goblin?" asked the king drolly.

"No yer Highness…buts I knows its ones of thems." said the small goblin crossing his arms and scowling fiercely.

"Do you have any evidence to support your theory?" asked the king still taping his fingers against his leg.

"Theee-orrrrrrie?" asked the goblin confused.

"Yes theory. Belief, idea, assumption, etcetera." said the king annoyed.

"Oh…." the goblin drew out the sound in understanding, "No, buts I's know!" the small goblin assured the Goblin King.

"….How comforting…." Retorted the king snidely, when suddenly a small snicker caught his attention. He glanced around the room sharply, who would dare to laugh at this irritating situation. The snicker grew louder and he looked around suddenly spotting the source of the sound coming from none other than Sarah. "Does something amuse you Precious?" asked the Goblin King trying to sound indignant but failing miserably, she had a very charming laugh, and it was the first time that he had heard her laugh in earnest.

"I'm sorry your Majesty—heheheheh—but you're trying so hard to be patient and it's like talking to—to a wall! Hahahaha!" laughed Sarah bending over in her chair laughing so hard.

In sight of her mirth the king found his own lips tilting upwards in amusement as well, because when one really thought about it, it was funny.

Sarah fought off any further laughter and sat back up, and despite her efforts she couldn't remove the smile from her lips. "Before we go any further thought your Majesty, I kind of need something to take notes with." said Sarah still grinning.

"Oh how forgetful of me Precious. Here you go." Replied the Goblin King flicking his wrist and making a desk, with paper and pen appear in front of her.

"Thank you your Majesty, but is there any way you want me to take notes?" asked Sarah readying her pen and paper.

"However you prefer is fine Sarah, as long as it is organized you may arrange it however you please." said the Goblin King shrugging unconcerned.

"Alright." sighed Sarah.

Turning his attention back to his subjects he looked down at the annoying little creature that was wasting his time, "You were saying—?" He let his question trail off so that the goblin could respond.

"Fledgy Sire." Filled in the goblin.

"Yes, yes. You were saying?" the king was becoming impatient.

"Saying yer majesty?" asked the goblin confused.

Sarah bit back another laugh, it appeared that goblins had very short attention spans and this particular goblin was driving a particular Goblin King slowly towards the edge of insanity, although she had to wonder with his choice of clothes and glitter if he wasn't already half way there.

The king brought his hands to the sides of his face and began rubbing his temples trying to alleviate the headache he could already feel coming on. This was going to be one of those days at court. Slumping further down onto his throne the king reminded the small creature what he had been talking about, and was forced to endure the entire conversation all over again.

Sarah smiled the whole time she was sitting next to him taking notes. It was the first time that she had seen the Goblin king interact with his subjects and although he was definitely irritated, he was surprisingly patient and fair.

Once the court had ended for the day, the king rose and stretched slightly loosening up the tense muscles in his back before turning around to look at Sarah who was stacking the pages she had written on together.

"You are free for the rest of the day Precious, court was tedious today and I'm sure your hand must be cramped from writing down all of those notes." Said the king strolling over to where Sarah was standing and slowly leaning towards her, when his lips were next to her ear he whispered, "I will have lunch sent up to your chamber…."

Sarah gulped, he was really close…before she could take a step back though he had reached behind her and grabbed her notes from the desk, smirking to himself at her reaction.

"Thank you for the notes Precious…" he murmured pulling away slowly.

Before Sarah could control it she felt a blush creep up her cheeks, painting them in a healthy hue of pink.

The Goblin King fought the smile on his lips at her response and let out a husky chuckle. "Have a nice day Precious."

Sarah closed her eyes readying herself to send a retort to the Goblin King for invading her personal space, but when she opened her eyes she was once again alone.

Now that she was by herself, Sarah looked around the throne room and suppressed a groan. It actually looked worse than before! How was that even possible? And how was she ever going to manage to keep it clean? Walking around she surveyed the damage and sighed, best to start now, otherwise it was never going to get clean. Despite her protesting muscles and growling stomach she knelt down and began to pick up the various pieces of weaponry scattered across the floor.

Several hours later Sarah had managed to clean off a large amount of gunk off the floor and wall, and was about to start sweeping when a horde of muddy, dirty little goblins came running into the throne room carrying with them all sorts of filthy things Sarah didn't even want to begin to think about. Watching as they pranced around the room bringing with them livestock and all sorts of other disgusting things something inside of Sarah snapped.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" she screamed in outrage.

The small horde froze in surprise at Sarah. They looked around at one another confused.

"Yes I am talking to you!" growled Sarah infuriated.

"Us Lady?" asked Splob coming forward.

"Yes Splob!" shouted Sarah furious.

"What's wrong Lady?" asked Splob putting his small hand in his mouth.

"You are filthy and you have made this room so dirty after I went through the trouble to clean it!" scowled Sarah crossing her arms in frustration.

"But—But Kingy never complains…" mumbled another little goblin in the horde.

"I am not the KING!" shouted Sarah, suddenly empathizing with the king and his frustrations with his little subjects.

"…" the little goblins remained silent looking at her warily.

"You little monsters are going to help me clean this up!" stated Sarah pointing at them sharply.

"Kingy never—" began one of the goblins.

"I DON'T CARE!" roared Sarah. "You're going to help me with this, or so help ME I am going to give you all baths!" threatened Sarah.

The goblins jumped in surprise and gasped unable to hide their horrified expressions at her threat of a bath.

"Alright Lady! Alright Lady, we'll clean, we'll clean!" cried another of the goblins frantically.

"Good." Sarah said smugly, unable to suppress her amusement at their reaction to a bath.

The Goblin King scowled as he looked through her notes, there was nothing wrong with them, just like the throne room they were impeccable, and it was driving him crazy. She seemed to do well with whatever task he appointed her, and it was surprisingly irritating. She had surprised him when she had laughed earlier; he had been expecting a much different reaction from her, perhaps aversion or horror at having to deal with the hideous little goblins. But rather than being scared and disgusted with them she had found the situation entirely too amusing and at his expense no less. She seemed to be full of surprises, in some ways he found it very refreshing from the mundane pattern his life had formed to, and in other ways he found it exceptionally irritating, like right now. Here he was trying to go through his responsibilities and all he could think about was her. Sighing in defeat he raised himself from his seat in the library and proceeded to go down the hallway when he was rammed into by a scurrying goblin.

The impact sent both the likes of king and goblin crashing to the floor. Quickly righting himself the Goblin King scowled and looked at the small goblin that was currently tumbling around trying to pull its helmet off its' head unsuccessfully.

The king crossed his arms, and stood there regally waiting for the small creature to notice his presence. Finally after several more attempts the goblin managed to get his helmet off his head, and froze when he spotted the Goblin King standing over him scowling imperiously.

"Eep! KINGY!" squeaked the surprised goblin.

"Yes…Kingy…" snarled the king sardonically.

"Neats needs to go, or Queeny's gonna be maaaaaaaaaaaaaddddd." said the small goblin known as Neats slowly edging towards the open doorway.

Just as the Goblin king was about to flay the little goblin's hide his words sank in. "Queeny?" asked the king.

"Yes Queeny! I gots to go!" whined Neats frantically.

"And who pray tell is Queeny?" asked the Goblin King amused by the goblins fear of this "Queeny".

"Queeny is Queeny." said the small goblin confused.

"Never mind Neats, take me to this…Queeny." ordered the Goblin King.

"Alrights Kingy come on!" shouted Neats taking the king by his hand and tugging him along.

To say the Goblin King was shocked would have been an understatement, never had his subjects been allowed to touch him in such a manner, it was unheard of! They were normally terrified of him, and yet is seemed they were more afraid of this "Queeny" then they were of him. It was preposterous! One of the main reasons he avoided physical contact with his subjects was because of how filthy they were. He was going to have to change his gloves now that the—

His thoughts were abruptly halted when he noticed what was missing—dirt. His glove was still sparkling white. He looked down at the rest of the little goblin that was pulling him down the corridor and couldn't stop the look of surprise that crossed his face, he was clean. From head to toe not a speck of dirty could be seen. What was going on? Who was this "Queeny"? And did she have anything to do with this clean goblin?

Sarah couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of her at the antics of the goblins. They were surprisingly endearing, and amazingly affectionate. After she had gotten then to agree to help her clean she had found some more soap and filled the pails with water, after showing the goblins what to do, she had been pleasantly surprised to see how well they cleaned. After the floor had been scraped and swept she had gotten down on the floor and began to show them how to scrub when things had gone awry. One goblin had been curious about the soap and proceeded to eat it, then realizing it tasted terrible spit it out and knocked down another goblin, who in turn knocked over a pail of water, spilling all over her and the floor. The small goblins looked at her with fear present in their eyes, terrified of her reaction. Unable to help it Sarah had burst into a fit of giggles. They were just so cute. She then flicked so water onto another little goblin and the little goblin of course retaliated in kind. Before long all the goblins had joined in and the throne room was now a mess of water, suds, and bubbles, as well as clean goblins, and one very wet Sarah. Then the goblins had started jumping on her, glomping her with wet hugs. She had laughed good naturedly and returned their affection with enthusiasm. So there she sat on the floor, goblins all over her, all around her, covered in water and suds laughing.

The Goblin King allowed himself to be pulled towards the throne room and stopped in shock at the scene that lay before him. There Sarah sat on the floor covered in suds and water laughing as tears rolled down her face, but the most surprising part was the number of goblins hanging on her, hugging her, laughing with, and talking to her. It made for an endearing picture, not that he would ever admit that aloud. Then he noticed, the throne room was once again clean, and all the goblins were too for that matter. What was going on here?

"Well Neats, where is 'Queeny'?" asked the Goblin King looking around the room.

Instead of answering him the little goblin released his hand and bolted towards Sarah, "Queeny!" he shouted ecstatically.

Sarah's head jerked up at the sudden nickname, but smiled when she saw Neats and returned his hug when he clung to her.

"Well, well, Precious…or should I say Queeny, should I even ask?" asked the Goblin King.

Sarah jumped in surprise as she saw the Goblin King standing in the doorway leaning against the door jam.