When she had chosen her dress—a hot pink and orange pearlescent mini dress—she headed for the throne room. There she spotted Jareth sitting in his throne, legs swung over the arm, tapping on his boot. "hem-hem." She said. He jumped and hit his head on the back of the throne. "Ouch!" He said rubbing his head. Sarah laughed. "Hey! That really hurt, you know." Sarah continued to laugh. "Oh I'll get you…" Sarah shrieked as Jareth ran for her. She ran across the room and around the throne, and they toggled at either end.
"I've got you where I want you now." He smiled slyly. "Is that right Goblin King? Well have I miscalculated this situation…" She tried to fake a right but he knew her plan and dodged to his right, causing her to fall right in his arms. She giggled and seemed to cuddle in his arms. He put his nose to her scalp and breathed in heavily, intoxicated by her scent. Suddenly he pushed her away and stepped away from her. "Jareth, wha—what's wrong?" He was staring at the door and there stood a tall, blonde-hair, blue eyed female fae, in a magnificent emerald velvet gown. Sarah's jaw dropped.
"Jareth, darling, what's going on?" She purred. He stepped away from Sarah, never meeting her eyes. "Nothing, dear, just making our guest feel at home." The fae seemed to read him. "Hmm." She smiled slightly. "Have you invited her for dinner yet?" He cocked his head to the side, "No, I—I was getting to it." She frowned, "Alright then. See you this evening, ciao." She spun on her heel, and with a swish of her cloak she was gone. Jareth looked at Sarah, and Sarah looked at Jareth, searching him, asking him millions of questions with her eyes. He looked away from her, ashamed, sorry. Tears welled up in her eyes. She ran out of the throne room, and into her bedroom.
She slammed the door behind her because she knew. She knew from the second she heard the other woman speak to Jareth that they were married. No one dared to speak to the Goblin King in that tone, no one except for the Goblin Queen. She shuddered as more tears fell down her face. Someone knocked on the door, "Sarah, may I please come in?" Sarah stared at the door, not answering. "Sarah, darling, are you in here? Please open the door." She sighed, what did he want? He had broken her heart twice now, she just wanted him to stop, and leave her alone. Let her heart heal itself. And again, as she did every night for the last several years, she cried herself to sleep.