Title: Rose's thorn 5

Date: 23 de diciembre de 2010 03:29 p.m.

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Hi there! Soooorry, sorrrrry, I should had realized that I was misspelling something u.u From now on I will check my grammar carefully, stupid grammar corrector ¬¬ Anyways Thanks Princess of the Fae I owe you. I knew something was wrong. Well here's the next chapter, I sort had to re write it it was crap, sorry the delay. Enjoy!

Disclaimer, I own not Labyrinth nor Jareth.

Chapter Five, Taming a beast.

The setting sun lit Rose's room with warm golden luminosity and the goldish embroidery sparkled all over the fabrics of the lady's quarters. She was lying down on her bed semiconscious, exhausted but satisfied.

'You know, I am not going to die, not so easily' She said in a whisper with a half smile.

'No, you will not, Rose, It has been almost a year now, you are changing, and you know it. But no one told me you, YOU, could use that much of magic!' The Goblin King was angry, walking all over the room, inspecting thoughtfully every inch of the place.

'No one told me that I was changing nor I could use magic or the amount I could use before exhausting myself' Despite her voice sounded weak her words were strong and clear.

'I am truly sorry Rose, I am, but it was how it had to be' He said sadly 'I will teach you, train you, tutor you not only because of our deal but because it is my duty' The Goblin King wasn't standing by her either. He was looking through the window with sad eyes 'I is my promise' he whispered to wind.

'To whom Goblin King?' Rose got off bed, and walked to him, he turned around.

'To my best friend, the Daemon King Dante' She let her body drop to the ground. 'He was your real father, he fell in love with a dancer, her name was María, she was lovely and sweet, she was a mortal and lived in Italy on 1600. Come here Rose, I will put you back on the bed.' Jareth took her in his arms slowly, and placed her on the bed. After covered her he sat on the edge and continued the story. She was emotionless, shocked but mesmerized by his voice.

'Those who are opened to magic, to fantasy, to our world are always welcomed among us. Sometimes they invited us back and that's what we did. Salvatore was a young bard and lived in Florence at that time, he invited us, your father and I, to see the carnival. Do you want to see it?' With a flick of his wrist he made appear a wooden box, he opened it and took a blue crystal sphere.

'Take this and you can see them if you would like' Rose looked at his eyes, they were sad as her heart.

'I want to listen to your voice. It calms me down' That's all she said and took the ball in her hands.

'Dante was the most noble fae I have ever met the moment they saw each other they fell in love, both, at the same time, everyone could tell. She danced for him ever since and came here to the underground. They married and well lived happily for about 200 years. She spent sometime carrying you and your father was making plans, you will be their first child and he wanted to make you the next Queen to be, with no exceptions. He wanted you to be prepared and he chose me to look after you. When you, were still unborn, both went to aboveground, they had an accident, your father took most of the impact in order to save both of you. In the hospital your mother, with her last breath gave you birth. María wished you away to me, to rise, love, and protect you but I failed' He paused the speech and looked away concealing his tears.

'What happened? How did I ended up there?' She wanted to know but somehow she felt guilty asking.

'I treasured more than I should have, after a century here, in this very same castle, I looked for a suitable family I guess I miss-judged them. I knew that you would not fit if you still had your fathers blood, so I concealed it. But here you cannot deny his legacy and the seal is weakening. This...'he said taking something from the box '...is yours' And he gave her the rosary. Then he disappeared after casting an sleeping spell on her.

'Give her some time, Jareth, she may be confused. Thank you for doing the right thing. I will talk to her when she gets better.' Jareth was looking outside, mesmerized by the snow, pure white snow that sparkled with the sun's light, on the mountains while Blake was standing by his side as always, since Dante's death, Blake, had no one else in the world no one except is little niece.

'Please, she needs someone, talk to her soon. Her heart is screaming, go, please, Blake, please.' He paused regaining his usual proud posture. 'You are the only family she has left and she is the only you have left.' After that Blake walked out Jareth's room.

'Rose, can I come in?' Asked someone behind her door she said nothing so he opened the door quietly. She wasn't sleeping peacefully so he sat on the edge of the bed and awoke her.

'Lord Blake! What are you doing here?' Rose asked surprised unlike Jareth he was always kind though his smile was sad it gave comfort to everyone. It was good to have to deal with some politeness and warmness, don`t misunderstand it doesn't mean Jareth was impolite or cold, is just he wasn't easy to get on with. The Goblin King wore eccentric and tight clothes , Blake used robes, long wide robes, like those old sorceress on fairy tales. He was young, at least younger than Jareth but older than Rose. He was quiet and never got angry, or that was what Rose thought. She'd heard that if he got angry hell itself stormed into whenever he was but that occurred almost never.

'I wanted to know how you were feeling and if I can do something for you' He gave her a comforting smile and she smiled back surprisingly.

'I am just tired of remaining here, Lord Blake, can you do something about that?' Blake laughed she looked like a 5 year old girl with a cold wanting to get out of bed to go playing outside with the snow, with her long wavy dark brown hair and her brown almost dark red eyes holding the covers as if she wanted to rip them any moment.

'Please Rosetta don't make me put a spell over you. Behave yourself, I believe Jareth has told you most of the story, hasn't he?' That name sounded familiar to her. She sat up with a concerned face.

'I've been thinking there is much more than he told me, Am I right?' She only said.

'Yes, you are right. You know who I am, right?'

'I do, you are Jareth's assistant you take care of hat he can't, is it?' She seemed confused with the question.

'Well, I am much more than that, I am the keeper of the Deamon's Kingdom crown. Though I am not the rightful heir I keep her place and take care of everything until the day she returned. I was entrusted this task by my brother the former King, your father. I am your uncle Rosetta, that is your real name, and we are the last of our family.' Something infuriated inside Rosetta's body, something ancient, forgotten for too long. Her eyes changed color, from dark brown to dark red. Her hair enlarged but remained brown with little red sparkles all over. She rose from the bed with the fully glowing rosary between her hands and changed her clothes from her nightgown to crimson and golden embroidered dress covered by a black transparent robe.

'Uncle! Why you never told me anything? Oh, It is so nice!' She run to him and both hugged tightly.