Chapter 4: Still no power
Jareth held one hand to his face, as he was staring at Sarah in shock. Sarah was standing a few steps away, her hands visibly shaking with anger. Jareth let his hand drop, showing off the red skin on his cheek. "You… You slapped me," he said, almost in a whisper. No one had ever dared to oppose him before, let alone harm him in any way. As the realization of what had happened was sinking in more, his shock shrunk away for anger. "You slapped me!" He repeated, this time in a shout. Sarah took another step back, and clenched her fists.
"I told you before Jareth," she said, her teeth clenched. She took a deep breath. "You have no power over me." She looked coolly at the furious king, before she left for the second time that day.
Jareth was left standing in the middle of the throne room, his feelings changing rapidly between confusion, rage, and everything in between. For some time he was standing there not doing anything. A few goblins were giggling from somewhere he couldn't see, and the guards standing by the doors to the throne room were trying very hard to keep serious. For some time he was standing there not doing anything. That girl had made a fool of him for the last time, she would pay for this! "Arrest that girl," he growled in a low voice at last.
Sarah was in the goblin city, really getting to see it for the first time. The last time she had been there they didn't have much time for sightseeing. Between the fighting and the pressure it had seemed cold and rather creepy, but calmly observing it now, it was actually a rather nice city when you looked at it closely. The houses were small and cozy, even if some of them had perhaps rather strange shapes. Sarah walked through the streets, the goblins around her stopping and staring at her as she walked past, but none of them disturbing her.
She walked until she came to the outskirts of the city, where the house were scarcer and the labyrinth started. She stood there for a while at the start of the labyrinth, lingering, not sure what she would do, before she walked in. She was fully aware she very probably wouldn't find her way out again, but in the end, did it even matter? So far away from what her father said was "real life", always finding imaginary places and people more interesting, this was the only place she had really ever felt was right. But even here, there was the almighty king jerkface.. He was incredibly handsome and all, but with such an awful personality. She needed to get a grip on real life? Hah! He did. The world didn't actually revolve around him...
Mumbling grumpily to herself she stomped into the labyrinth, paying no attention to where she was going, not that it would've helped either way. Finally giving up, realizing way past the point where her legs had been screaming to her for a break that she was exhausted, she sad down at a crossroad. The matte brick really grew on one, she noted as she was leaning agains a wall, eyes half closed. She couldn't fall asleep, didn't know what Jareth would do if he found h...