The soft beauty resting in his grasp compelled his laziness and he cast an enchantment to write the invitations. Fae were going to attend regardless if they received in an invitation hand written or not, and if someone wanted to call him out on it, by all means, they were entitled to their opinion. Without moving a muscle he teleported them back to his chambers and set her down on the bed, careful not to wake her.

Despite his efforts, she opened her eyes as he set her down. His eyes seared into hers, staring at her soul. She stood up, still facing him, and paused as his face gradually came closer to hers. Merely inches away, he hesitated, his warm breath tickling the sides of her lips.

"Sarah," his voice came, soft as a whisper, the words barely reaching her ears. The room almost seemed to spin as she stood there, the love from his one word so easily found. She breathed deep his spiced leather scent enveloping her entirely. Comforting and enticing, she yearned for more of it.

Neither one of them moved, the feeling of their closeness caused Sarah's breath to catch in her throat, though it was not unpleasant. He moved his face past her lips, trailing his mouth softly across her cheek back towards her ear, where he proceeded to give it a light nibble, just enough to cause shivers from her. Her hands tightened slightly on his arms that were around her waist, her neck craning to the side as his mouth continued, he sucked on her pulse before giving a sharp nip. She pulled back only in shock before deciding it was time to return the favor and reached up and locked her mouth tightly onto his, almost demanding entrance into his mouth.

Jareth's lips pulled up into a smile against her face before he met her kiss back with just as much determination, his hands pulling her tight to himself while Sarah's own hand was busy latching itself onto the roots of his wild blonde mane. Pulling away her breathing had already increased as his mouth slid down onto her neck, his tongue expertly dipping into the hollow of her collarbone earning a small mewl of pleasure from her, Jareth's eyes began glowing almost wickedly when he heard the noise. She coaxed his lips back up to hers and willingly let him explore the sweet hot cavern of her mouth.

Determined to hear that sound again, Jareth urged Sarah backwards bit by bit until her back was fully pressed against the cool stone wall. His mouth started moving with much more urgency than before, only to have Sarah meeting him with the same amount of passion as he was giving. Deviously, he waited until her tongue came into his mouth before gently grabbing it with his teeth and giving it a sweet hard suck. Her moan came much louder than before.

Before anything else could happen, a messenger goblin burst through the door, unknowing the fate that almost befell him. There was absolute silence aside from the slight panting coming from Sarah, her hand resting on the Goblin King's chest as he, too, was breathing a bit more. Jareth's head turned to look at the intruder, his hair blocking Sarah's view of his face and the goblin, his eyes glaring with such a ferocity that the little goblin was shaking.

"Was there something you needed?" he asked, his voice dripping with such malevolence even Sarah was mildly scared, the fire spat in the hearth, but the messenger was frozen in shock.

"Well?" Jareth asked again, his voice growing into a feral snarl, Sarah's hand tightened on his shirt, reminding him she was there. Green scabby knees simply shaking, he turned and ran so quickly he tripped over himself, scrambling even faster to get up and out, away from the menacing King as he possibly could, the sound of toenails scraping along stone scurrying away into the distance second by second.

The heavy mahogany door shut itself with a soft thud, Sarah's heartbeat was almost back to normal by now, Jareth stayed, unmoving a moment longer before pulling away. Her hand reached out quickly, grasping his face to look at her, his eyes filled with so many emotions, she wasn't sure what they all meant. She pulled herself close to him again and kissed him tenderly on the lips, the feeling of them being so connected between each other she dreaded having to pull away.

He held her face in his hands, studying her eyes, then reached down to hold her hands in his.

"Sarah," his voice came out quiet in comparison to how he had just sounded when the Goblin had interrupted them, he led them over to the sofa next to the hearth.

"What is it?" she asked trying to make any emotions out of his eyes where all she could see is despair and sorrow, he looked at her, but not at her. It felt as though he were looking at her in a memory, like he was seeing her in a dream rather than her being here with him. Remembering, something from the past.

Sarah felt confused, what thoughts could have clouded his mind so quickly between when he was kissing her to now after being interrupted? Had he already read the little Goblins mind and seen something terrible? Did it have to do with the "Darkness" that was threatening to destroy his kingdom?

Her eyebrows furrowed in further confusion, her hand tensing in to the soft fabric of the blue sleeve she was wearing. Jareth looked at her for a few moments longer before blinking and turning his pursed lips into a smile. In an instant his eyes were calmer and back to the way he had been looking at her previously in his study. Almost as if he'd put a mask on, hiding his true emotions carefully inside of himself. If things were necessary enough that he was covering up in front of her, surely something must be seriously upsetting him, but that didn't answer why he was hiding it exactly. Didn't he trust her? Of course he did, she knew he did. So why was it such a secret?

She looked away towards the window where the western sun was letting in it's gorgeous red and orange rays laced with traces of purple, matching against the ivy that was growing on the ledge outside, the flowers still in bloom even without any water.

Fidgety from thinking she stood up and walked out onto the balcony, Jareth watching bemused. Leaning over the edge, she rested her arms against the rough stone, the wind blowing softly south. Gazing up into the transforming violet sky, Sarah watched as the beginning stars began to peek out, twinkling with all their might, striving to do their best for their only purpose in life.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly, knowing he could hear her regardless if she spoke or not, but wanting the words out in the open. He didn't speak for a minute and she wondered if he was even there anymore when he said,

"Exactly what you are."

She gripped her hands tightly, so she was right about the Darkness being on his mind.

"So why won't you tell me?" she asked, she was straining to keep rejection out of her voice. It wasn't fair of herself to feel rejected over something so small, it was his kingdom, he was allowed to rule it as he saw fit, and she had only recently come back into his life, it wasn't as though she was entailed into all of his dreams, wishes, fears, and hopes just like that.

She tried to focus her eyes on anything in the distance, perhaps it would help her keep her feelings checked in more.

His face was pressed into the back of her neck, his arms securely around his waist, reminding himself that she was here, this wasn't a dream, or a nightmare which was more probable anyway.

"It's something I wish you never have to deal with Darling, for now, it's my struggle to bear," he said, the last word coming out as though it pained him to speak about it.

She turned facing him, her eyes full of life suddenly.

"Let me help you bear it, you don't have to go through things on your own anymore," he let go of her and walked away a few steps, crossing his arms.

"I don't want you involved in this," he said, his tone final. She wasn't going to have any of his stubbornness. She was here for him now, and she was going to make him know it.

"I know how things were after I left, and I can't tell you how sorry I am that I put you into such misery. But please, I'm here now, I want to help you. Please, don't shut me out like you do everyone else, I've seen the mask you wear," she walked towards him but stopped when his hands were balled at his side.

"You don't know what I've been through Sarah," he said, his voice turning more violent, "You don't know the suffering I had to endure, nor the pain of putting it back together after I'd ruined it all on my own! What precious blood was spilled because I didn't get my way! The darkness that became a part of me…"

She took a deep breath.

"No I don't, I wasn't here during that time, and I've really only heard stories about how horrifying it truly was. But I do know part of who you are now, and I know that part has grown more responsible than that, you aren't the demon you make yourself out to be!"

His eyes flashed towards her, the leather tight against his almost shaking fists.

"You don't understand, you can't even comprehend!"

"I WOULD if you just TOLD me!" she yelled, trying to get some logic into his head, "Whatever that goblin told you, was more than enough to set you off, but I want to help you! Please, just tell me what's wrong?"

She took a nervous step towards him when his hand came out and smashed into the side of the castle, she froze in her tracks.

"You don't know what I've done Sarah," his voice was hardly above a whisper and she barely caught the words when he said them.

Sarah didn't want to lose this conflict, not when she'd made it this far, neither did Jareth as he turned and jumped off the ledge, transfiguring into an owl and flying off around the castle. She dug her nails into her palm, frustrated. All she wanted to do was help, and he wouldn't even allow that. About to head inside, she froze when she heard her name called from inside her room.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice rising with anger. She was in no mood to deal with anything at the time and was prepared to give whatever the thing was a good ass-whooping for the hell of it.

The figure moved gracefully into her line of sight, a Fae. He was dressed in elegant clothes, decorated with black and white patterns, a small fox pendant round' his neck. His hair was dark and curly, his eyes green and glowing with mischief. He extended a black gloved hand and gave a gentleman's bow.

"Ceylon Leifdel at your service," he announced with a small wave and a smile.