Fifteen. Fifteen, she had just been fifteen and yet she had still managed to know what her feelings were telling her. To stay, to give in, do as he wanted and not what your brain was telling you to do. However, she had been scared. Too scared to give in.
Somehow Sarah had managed to find her way back to the room she was staying in and outside two, glass doors which lead to the balcony. The clouds had passed over revealing the golden moon which shined down on top of her. She felt like a princess in her white nightgown, long, brown hair loose and the soft breeze brushing through her. She was a princess without her prince though and it pained her to think of what she could have had if the heart had won. Her prince Jareth.
Cursing her young age at the time she placed both hands on the railing and leaned over pushing her head out against the wind. "I love him." She admitted to herself. "Oh Gods, even now I love him." Lowering her head she clutched the railing so tight her hands turned white as she closed her eyes with the same force. Why had she not gone with him? Why didn't she just give into the man who had tried to seduce her?
Because Toby had been in the mix. That was why. Toby had held her heart of importance at that very moment when she had said the last words that sent the Goblin King away from her life. Until now, and it was too late to start anything again as much as she wanted to. Why was she admitting her feelings now?
Staring up at the night sky she tilted her head just so the light reflected on her pale skin. Because now she was twenty-seven and it had been almost fifteen years since she had saw this world and interestingly, seductive man. The way he had held her just a few moments ago, the way he took in her scent and every touch. The thought brought her weak to her knees and tears to her eyes as remembered that they could not do that. He had a wife. A new life.
Fifteen years old. That was how old she had been when she wished her brother away and then defeated his Labyrinth. He had begged, hoped, even risked his freedom to try and win her heart. Jareth punched one of the walls in frustration before regretting it at once. He could not wake Eriku and worry her and the baby. Growling at a goblin who came to see what was wrong Jareth slammed the door hard to his office and rested his head on the desk.
How was he supposed to go on for a month like this? He couldn't without messing up with loving Sarah or knocking her out with his poison, filled words. Either way he would not win. The Goblin King just stayed like that until the sun began to peak over the horizon. He would not have been able to sleep anyways even if he was in bed with his wife.
She would wake soon and wonder where her King was. Slowly Jareth snuck into the room and dressed down to his sleeping wear only knowing that he would dress back up in less than a hour. His hand gently caressed the mother of his child's face. She looked peaceful while sleeping and even smiling. Eriku would not be doing the same if she had known what her husband had done just a few moments ago.
He loved Eriku but not as much as he loved Sarah. The way he had felt when holding the woman in his arms, took her scent in, felt her body against his. He had never felt that way before even with Eriku. Why did he make a new life? Why did he not just wait for the young girl to come back? He had not been sure if she would come back and all the years wasted with watching her; well it hurt him each day that he had to stop.
Pulling his hand back from the woman he slowly passed it over his wife's stomach and left his hand there. The baby kicked and a fond smile appeared on his lips then disappeared as the next thought rose into his mind. How he wished that the lady in his bed was Sarah and the child was their own. Not Eriku's and his. There was nothing he could do now though, was there?
Damn it! He was the Goblin King any obstacle was supposed to be able to be defeated! Why then? Why was this anymore of an obstacle and why did it seem like it would not be one that would end with him passing it? Staring at the girl that he called wife stirred such hatred and anger it scared him.
Quickly he left the room and walked at a quick pace towards the one he leant Sarah for the month. Oh how he wished it was much longer. He wore only a night jacket with trousers underneath but he had not wanted to leave time for the feelings he had suddenly felt grow. What was Sarah doing to him? He had never felt that way towards his wife or even regret that it was her that held his baby.
Jareth walked into the girl's room and found her sleeping restlessly in her bed. She was tossing and turning while letting out small, pathetic groans. A pang of guilt and sadness filled Jareth as he walked in, closed the door and walked up to the poor girl. Sarah turned and settled down on the side facing him giving the man a clear view of her face. Even though it was formed into that of a pain filled sleep she still seemed like a goddess to him.
Another whimper caused Jareth to place a hand on Sarah's face which happened to help her calm down. He began to gently run his fingers through her long hair and slowly caress her face watching her the whole time. She seemed so calm and happy through her sleep with him so close to her. Bending down he placed his lips on her cheek and whispered softly in her ear. "I love you Sarah, I wish so much you would have given into me and you didn't. Now you leave me no choice but to be cruel."