I am dedicating this chapter to one of my good friends and fellow writers. I would have never started writing fanfiction at all if it hadn't have been for you nagging me every day about how much I needed to write and I thank you for mentionING me in the authors notes of one of your stories so now I'm doing it in mine. Thank you, this chapter belongs to you MagentaQuinn. ;D

Chapter 3

I slept peaceful snuggled into Jareth's side. When I woke though in the place of the man I loved was a note marked with a large "J". The note read "To my dearest Sarah I am not with you when you wake because of my duty as King. Do not fear though I shall be back later in the evening. Until then love Jareth."

I screamed aloud"That bastard! Who does he think he is coming into my life once again, getting me all hot and flustered then leaving me to deal with the aftermath! Leaving me to think about how much love I saw in his eyes, how soft his lips were and how right it felt as his hands ghosted over every inch of my clothed body. How can I be so pissed at him and then love him to death all in the same minute? Gah, I love that man so much and yet I want to rip him apart." I swore I heard a dark chuckle in the wind and a caress of my face.

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I had to return back to the Underground far too soon for my liking. Sarah had just fallen asleep when I felt the call of my kingdom. Instead of leaving Sarah like I would any other women I decided to leave a note.

Gods! What was it about this woman that has me acting so out of character? First she throws herself at me, and I refuses her!? Then she asks me to stay and I actually do? Since when do I take commands from anyone? How could she do these things to me when all I want to do is drive her to ecstasy until she screams my name! All I know is I am not going to wait very long.

I returned to my throne in a pleasant mood which was very unusual for me so I quickly tried to douse me mood to a more somber one but found it impossible to douse it completely. That was until I found out why I had been called back to the underground. My temper quickly escalated and soon I was very, very pissed.

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Aboveground

I saw no reason to continue to rant so I began my day. After a very long very cold shower to keep my mind off of Jareth, I sat down at the kitchen table to watch the news and enjoy a bowl of exciting cereal. I really hope Jareth's day is going better than mine right now, but I had no idea of the royal temper tantrum Jareth was throwing.

After a morning filled with so much "excitement" I set out to work on my livelihood. Ever since I left the underground I have taken a very strong interest in painting, in fact that is how I choose to make my living. I sell most of my art to various art galleries around New York, they sell, well except for the portraits I paint because they are always of Jareth. The galleries always find my portraits of Jareth to lifelike, so I stopped painting them.

For the first time in years I found the only thing I could paint was Jareth. It started off being a pond scene but it would transform into the soft light blue of Jareth's eye. After restarting close to five times I gave up and painted Jareth, the finished product ended up being the scene of Jareth coming in through my window. Instead of it being happy Jareth this Jareth had the look of a tortured soul in the depths of his eyes, but on the surface his facial expression was set in pure anger. I wonder what could make him look so angry? I began to think of how I would calm him down if he had been that upset and in front of me. That knowledge was going to be needed very soon.

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I threw the biggest temper tantrum since I have become king. After reading the letter from my Fae relatives I began immediately throwing and smashing furniture about the throne room. This continued for hours until the only thing left in the throne room left unharmed were me and my throne its self. I instantaneously began pacing only seconds later conjuring my riding crop and the letter.

Still pacing I reread the letter and swiftly swatted the top of my thigh high black boots with my favorite riding crop. The letter read " Jareth, I am contacting you on behalf of the Fae council, under not so pleasant terms either. As you are aware you have ruled the Goblin City for some time and have yet to gain a queen. Due to this you have yet to produce a heir." This infuriated me and I only this a small way in. How dare they comment on my lifestyle family or not, I just haven't found one worthy of being my queen besides one. " Your Fae family is none to pleased that you have yet to continue your bloodline and keep the peace of the Fae kingdom and the Goblin kingdom. Due to this fact they have stated that you have one year to marry and continue the bloodline of you ancestor kings and queens. If you have failed to do so within the allotted time a war will be waged between the Fae and Goblin Kingdoms. The Fae Council"

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I was still thinking of how I would console Jareth. I had no clue except pull him close stroke his hair and back then gently ask what was wrong. It was concerning that I kept getting the feeling that something was wrong, and I defenentily wasn't liking it at all. Seeing no immediate threat though I pushed it to the back of my mind.

After a day of painting and thinking of consoling Jareth it was close to sunset and I grew very anxious. I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed looking at my French doors waiting. I waited for an hour until dark when Jarerh appeared on my balcony and instead of being comforted I grew more anxious nervous and worried.

When Jareth turned towards me I saw the same expression my painting Jareth had looking back at me. The degree of anger that was on his face sent a shiver down my spine, the amount of pain in his eyes was haunting but what scared me the most was how regretful he looked

Like I said MagentaQuinn is one of my good friends and is a good writer and if you haven't already I ask you to check out some of her stories.

Black Veiled Swan