"So let me make sense of this." Jareth says, more to himself than to the angel before him on the other side of the table that drank her hot chocolate almost like a little kid would, her wide eyes never leaving his features. He raises an inquiring eyebrow at her. "Is there something amusing on my face, child?" he growls. She shakes her head. "It's Harmony. And I was just studying your looks. You're as handsome as mommy use to describe you." she tilts her head slightly and smiles as her eyes glaze over at a fond memory. " 'His features would remind you of a god. His hair is like yours, Harmony; as yellow as the sunlight in the meadows. And his eyes. Oh, his eyes, Harmony. They were so magical, so intense, so full of meaning and love. He was cruel, I know, but it's only because that's what I thought of him as such. When you meet him, dear sweet, you will understand the magic and mystery that dominates his whole aura. He commands attention like none I've ever seen. His voice, though it can be sharp and cold, can be warm, and life-giving, dark, and gentle. He's everything that I've ever wanted in a partner. Soon he will come for us, I'm sure of it. Now, it's time to sleep.' And then she would kiss my forehead and turn off my lights before going to her own room." Harmony opens her eyes and wipes away tears. "I miss her so much sometimes." she whispers in a scratchy voice.
Jareth immediately reached across the small table and took one of her hands in his leather-clad ones. "I can't help but feel this bottomless pit of regret for my behavior." he admits quietly. "If I hadn't ignored her life that first year after she beat me, I would have known who you were. You weren't just a child she took in. You were- are -my child." he gets this small, awe-like smile. He gently reaches up and strokes her cheek lightly. "I love your mother more than I could love anything else. That is, except now that love is for you." He leans forward slightly, his eyes serious yet pleading. "Please, Harmony, daughter to the Goblin King and the High King of the Underground, heir to the High Throne, come back with me and be the great queen your mother would have loved to be, the queen she'd always want you to be." he asks, but sounds so much like begging. Harmony turns her head to the side slightly, looking out the window to her right to the bookstore across the street that she owned, that her mother had owned. "Can we spend a few days here? Just a couple? I want to say good-bye first." she whispers, looking up at Jareth with shimmering eyes that he knew were on the verge of tears. He nods once. "But I can only spare seven days. A week in your world, yes?" Harmony nods, not trusting her voice. She's just made her first deal with the Goblin King.