Sarah walked slowly to the front door, careful not to make a noise; she crouched next to the door, waiting. With a small metallic noise various letters spilled from the door. Without wasting a second Sarah spotted and grabbed the letter then proceeded to shove it under her shirt, just in time to see her father rushing to the front door. She gave him what she hopped to be a sad-and-disappointed look before making her way to her room in a perfect depiction of the embodiment of sulk.
Her father wasn't happy at the idea of a stranger sending her letters, especially love letters, and had attempted to snatch said letters to "inspect them" for the last two weeks. Fortunately, by an odd twist of fate, the letters always arrived when Sarah was next to the front door allowing her to retrieve them.
During the last weeks she had received two more letters full of compliments and depiction of her mysterious admirer but, the one in her hand felt different somehow. Opening it her eyes widened at the small pendant on a chain inside. It was an oval golden locket with a dried stem and two tiny red flowed encased in the middle, the item looked plain but looking closer one could see the dozen of tiny details suggesting more a work of art than a cheap copy. Along with it was a small card.
Some flowers for a flower, wear it close to your heart until we met.
She clasped the chain around her neck promising herself that she would wear it until she met Orpheus, the man was rapidly growing on her and she blushed madly stroking the pendant.
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Doraemoon dismissed the image of Sarah and her necklace from the mirror before glancing warily by the windows, her sister was still visiting the gardens with the king. Taking a deep breath, she concentrated on the pendant weaving another spell through it. She felt the protection spell expand from the jewelry around the girl. While the spell would only protect her for the month remaining until her birthday, it would prevent any attempt to cause her arm, except if the spell was casted by someone more powerful than her and that was unlikely. The princess overpowered her friends at a young age and had struggled to find a worthy adversary since.
It was a shame really, that species capable of great acts of magic didn't pursue the knowledge to use it for more than small tricks. Magic jousts were Doraemoon passion, she was never more thrilled than when she had to think of a spell in the heat of the moment and managed to cast it at the last second, but the lack of enthusiasm for the art lead to a shortage of worthy opponent.
With a sigh she decided to head to the library in hope to find some interesting book to study. Once there her eyes widened to the generous section reserved for magical studies. After looking at the books, she spotted a rare one she searched for years. Bodymagic was a taboo, not because of the use but because of some exercises and a rather uninviting surname of the discipline. She happily slumped in an armchair and started studying.
Some hours later, she was studying a rather graphic depiction of the fae body, when she felt a presence hovering above her. Raising her head, she almost jumped out of her skin. Bent above her was the goblin king a stupid grin on his face; it took her a moment before following his gaze to the steamy depiction she was looking seconds before. Of course, perfect timing.
"I wasn't aware of your interest to sex magic, had I knew I would have proposed myself as a training companion." Purred Jareth.
"I have no need for a companion as I am currently training to control the energy in my body to boost healing spell, but thank you for your kind offer." Doraemoon really tried to keep an even tone but it was clashing with her furious blush.
"Funny I haven't pictured you as one liking to "train" by herself" could he make it sound even dirtier "And pray tell why would you need to practice healing spell, I hope this has nothing to do with this mysterious letter sent to the mortal world this morning princess."
The goblin king was bent above her, trapping her on the chair as he inched closer to look her in the eyes. His lusty attitude changing into something darker.
"If I discover that you have tampered with the champion of the labyrinth there will be dire consequences, so, whatever you were planning to do you should stop it while you can am I making myself clear?"
"O-of course, but I assure you I have no interest in this mortal"
"Don't lie, I'm watching You, you'd better remember it" with this he stood and left the room leaving a scarred princess alone.
Why was he watching me? Unless… she felt her sweat grow cold at the realization, her sister had gave her out to the king so, when Sillia will strike the mortal, it will be Doraemoon that will suffer the punishment. She suddenly felt relief at the protection charm she sent, at least the mortal will be safe until frontier day. There was no other way if she was to keep herself safe, she would have to unravel her sister's plan to prevent it.
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Jenny rubbed her eyes, tired to stare at the many volumes on her desk. She spent the last week searching for a way to contact the goblin king without any luck. She stretched knocking a book from the desk. Sighing she bent to retrieve it, she casted a short glance to it then looked closely hope blooming on her features.
It took her only a few minutes to gather everything she might need and place the item around the mirror, they were simple: a lit candle, a cup of water and a handful of dirt. Jenny braced herself and called.
At first there was nothing then slowly the mirror filled itself with fog, then with colors and finally she was facing a beautiful woman with long blond hair and a pale skin.
"Salutation little mortal, I am princess Sillia of the underground how can I help you?"