Sarah wasn't sure what she was thinking, she wasn't sure how she did it, but she knew why did: No one was going to harm the Goblin King she missed so much. In one instant she had moved from hiding behind a pillar, listening to the argument watching Moirah's hand become a violent weapon, to standing between her and Jareth within a heartbeat. Time itself melted away as Sarah stood, eyes defiant and bright, watching Moirah's hand come closer than the inches away it already was. She took the blow unmoving as it caught her across the bare skin on her chest. She heard Jareth's breathing catch behind her, but still she stood, facing the Far head on, her head held high.

Moirah froze, eyes wide and stunned as she looked on at Sarah. She watched as the blood started to drip down her chest and looked up at her eyes. Eyes that were glaring hatred almost. Startled she fumbled backwards.

"I may have only just arrived, and I may not know what happened in the time of which you speak," Sarah took a step towards the Fae, anger flowing off her every pore, "But I will not stand here and let you speak in such a way to your King. He may have his hardships, but he's always done what's best for his kingdom first!" she stepped towards her again, the Fae fumbling backwards to the now open doors of the castle.

"You don't know what he did to this place when you left!" Moirah yelled, "He practically ruined us because of you!" Her voice straining in the argument. Goblins overhearing the commotion had begun to gather in the court, watching with interest as to what the new mistress would do next.

"He may have, I don't deny that. I've seen him act as a child throwing tantrums when he doesn't get his way. But that doesn't mean he isn't the greatest leader this Kingdom has ever seen, do you hear me?" Sarah was yelling at her now, unsure of what she was doing or saying, simply moving on what she felt. Moirah looked as though she were going to say something again, although by now she was outside the castle doors and backing her way down the path with Sarah continuing her frontal assault.

"He lied to me when he made love to me, telling me all I wanted to hear!" Moirah yelled trying to earn any ground she could. "He'll do it to you as well! You can't trust him!"

Sarah stood where she was goblins causing a commotion and uproar next to her.

"Did you misunderstand me? I'll make myself more clear shall I?" Sarah's hands balled up into fists next to her. "You are not welcome here," her voice came out hardly above a whisper.

"What did you say to me?" Moirah's eyes flashed the devil as she tried to stand again.

"You are not welcome here!" Sarah said it again but louder, Moirah screamed in annoyance and reached out to hit her, "Shut up you fucking whore! If it wasn't for you I'd have the crown, this kingdom would be mine!" But she was consumed by groups of goblins all whooping and hollering around Sarah.

"GET OUT OF HERE!" she yelled one last time, and the goblins piled onto her in a loud screech, a light shimmering under them dissipated as she teleported far away from the kingdom she'd been so thoroughly disgraced in.

Jareth exhaled the air he'd been holding in during the entire course of events. It startled him who this brown haired beauty was before him. She hardly knew him, and she didn't know much of his kingdom's history. And yet, here she was, willing to fight for him. He walked briskly outside into the bustle of commotion, saw Sarah standing a little ways down the walk.

Sarah's head swirled in an array of circles as she tried to take another step. She didn't know where that burst of energy or of courage had come from, but she knew it wasn't without a cost. Resting her hand upon her chest, she felt a surge of pain and looked to see her hand dripping with blood, there were four long gashes across her chest where Moirah had struck her, and each was beginning to burn its own intensity. She managed to turn around and start walking up the long path to the castle again. Part of the way she fumbled and fell onto the warm stones, heated by the sun. She didn't want to move, it felt to comfortable to just sit in the warm sunlight and rest. Rest, that was what she wanted.

"Miss Sara, come on," a few goblins pulled at her, "try and stand up and ye'r feet."

"Please your Highness, stand up," a few pulled some more but gave up as the King came closer.

Sarah groaned as she was pulled to her feet.

"I don't want to move," she mumbled, complaining. Jareth's arm came up under her waist supporting her as she limped inside.

"I know you don't, but I have a feeling she scratched you with more than just nails. I want to see what she possible poisoned you with, but I need you to be awake," he explained as he led her through the hundreds of halls to find the one medical room. About half-way there she fell forward almost entirely, The Goblin King held on a bit tighter. Sarah's vision was starting to blur in and out of focus, and colors were fading into the background.

"Almost there Sarah, hang on a bit longer," he asked and reached for the next wooden door. She stumbled through it and looked up towards Jareth, his face untraceable.

"Jareth…my eyes are," she paused and reached up to his face trying to make out any of his features, but all the colors were running together, "I can't see straight."

"It's probably part of the poison, temporary blindness. Should only last a couple of days at the most," he tried to sound reassuring but he knew how frightening it could be while it was happening. He helped her sit on the exam bed and snapped his fingers, summoning the medic.

"Ah, your Highness, it's good to see you up and moving about," the goblin said, he was a strange orange goblin with white fingernails. Sarah nodded politely, but remained silent.

"Moirah poisoned her. Those gashes," Jareth motioned to Sarah. The goblin poked and prodded but only came to the same conclusion that Jareth had, she was stuck with temporary blindness for a few days.