Fifty entrences. The Labyrinth had fifty entrances in total and that was more than plenty for her men to get through. Queen Nalth knew that the Goblin King had a very small army and if her men came in from all sides, he would be overwhelmed. She also was aware that the Labyrinth was filled with traps, but her men were clever and quick on their feet– Jareth would never know what had hit him.

A smile formed on the Queen's narrow face as she lowered the report from a messenger hawk– Thinking about Jareth, the Goblin King, falling before her and turning his so-called guards into her little pets. However, Jareth was still a king and needed to be treated as such. She gazed out her bedroom's window with thoughtful, yellow eyes into the west– the direction of the Goblin Kingdom. An execution would suit well for a king's death, but it wouldn't be that easy. He would fight until his dying breath.

Nalth gave a small breath as she walked to the nightstand beside her bed, opened the drawer, and carefully pulled out a one by twelve inched, cylinder scabbard. She slowly pulled out the weapon, revealing a round, eight-inched, tri-bladed dagger. The triple blades formed a small corkscrew to make it easier twisting into the victim and had a devious point. Now, if Jareth didn't surrender, she would gladly end his life with this little lovely that was passed onto her by her father– the king who had finally passed over two decades ago.

After all, that kingdom was meant to be hers until he broke her heart.

Jareth wanted to keep Sarah safe. That was his main priority when it came to the woman, so when he made the crystal necklace, he was glad that she'll have a chance to live when the odds were down. Since they were going to fight along side each other, who knows what the outcome of this war will be, but if anyone will live, it will be Sarah. If Jareth was going to die, he wanted to spend as much time with the woman as possible and possibly even kiss her and be hers if given the chance… Even if it was just for a day or two.

However, every time she would speak to him, he was always expecting a dagger behind her back. He always expecting her to say something that would break his hopes of loving her like she had done fourteen years ago. It was only a matter of time before her dagger would come down, but right now, he was not going to let that stop him like how his stitches didn't stop him from training her. For two days he had risked tearing the stitching and if he did, he would get an earful from Altha.

In their next training session that day, he was half paying attention to Sarah's skills as the other half was paying attention to her. She certainly fought better in her casual clothes that she is wearing now, but when she trained in a dress like yesterday, it made her like a princess that would fool anyone with her looks. She certainly was quite a woman in many levels and how he would love to her at his side.

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" He asked, not taking his eye off her own as he swung at her and she blocked.

How determined and strong her hazel eyes were…

The young woman gave a brief smile. "I'd like that."

He lightly smiled. "Excellent." He swung multiple times in a row and she smoothly blocked every single one. Either she was a quick learner or luck was on her side.

Dinner wasn't the most formal, but Sarah was wearing the green dress with her hair pinned back while the King was just dressed in his usual clothing and deep-purple cloak. However, it was like a second date for them while they were relaxed and comfortable; chatting and laughing. Not only that, but Gorza, the head chef, had outdone himself yet again with the roast beef which made the night better, but what really topped it off was that Sarah was enjoying herself. Nothing was held back in their conversations. Nothing was forced and just authentic and for the first time in a long time, Jareth was actually happy.

"So, I know that you have a little brother," the King began with a humorous smile at the obvious fact, "but tell me about the rest of your family." His smile lightly faded into curiosity. He still kicked himself for telling her his life's story, but never had he really told anyone before. It was nice to trust someone enough to say it– Especially when they were human who he could relate to.

The woman smiled at the thought. "Well, I have a father, an uncle on the father's side, and a stepmother. My grandparents on both sides had passed along with my mother."

Jareth blinked and his voice was dry when he asked: "You lost your mother?"

Sarah slowly nodded, turning her gaze to the wooden table. "I lost her with I was fourteen to an accident. My father remarried a year later so Toby and I could have a mother." She bitterly smirked, looking away with a small shake of the head. "She was never my mother, but she is Toby's."

It didn't take a good friend of hers to know that she didn't get along very well with this stepmother of hers and something told him it was just because they were two very different people.

"I'm sorry," he sympathetically replied.

Sarah smiled, shaking her head as she looked back at him with a hint of sadness. "Don't worry about it. It's been–"

"It still hurts you."

She heavily sighed with a nod, averting her gaze once more. "Yeah…"Yeah…"

Even though he doesn't remember his mother, the thought of her always pained him. He just remembered being taken away by a goblin and that was the last time he saw her. Wanting to break away from the heartache, he changed the subject with an attempt of humor. "Anything else in your life that is not as depressing?"

Her smile returned, but it was very uncertain. "I have a boyfriend, but…" She gave a little shrug.

The King slightly tilted his head, wanting to learn more about this lover of hers. "Now why the uncertainty?"

"It's honestly not working out." A smirk of bitter humor formed. "We've been together for three months and all it's been is arguing." Her head perked up. "I mean, that night you came to get me, we had an argument! I'm so sick of it and I can't do it anymore." Her eyes were worn out and frustrated at the thoughts.

Jareth chuckled in agreement. "That certainly is not a good thing to have in a relationship." He slowly frowned. "If I may ask: What made you date him in the first place?"

"He was a nice guy, then when we started dating, he changed. He became more mean and argumentative and I just can't do it. I'm done." She ran a hand through her long, brown hair in distress, releasing a sigh.

He slowly nodded, understanding hidden personalities. He locked eyes with her to get his point across. "All I can say is: Leave him. You don't want that in your life and you don't deserve a man like that." He wasn't thinking that she deserved a man such as himself, but he knew that he would certainly treat her better than most people in her world would.

She nodded. "I am… I am."

A thought then entered Jareth's mind as he rose to his feet, approached the guest with an arm behind his back, and offered her a gloved hand. "Would you care for a dance?"

Sarah looked up at him as if she was trying to deduce his intentions. Then she slowly placed a hand in his own and he led her out of the dining room, took a right to the stairs, and made their way to the empty throne room.

"Just in case something happens, my men know where to find me." He turned to face the woman, took her hand into his own, placed a hand at her waist, and the pair started to waltz. It was nothing like last time since that was actually at a masquerade party with music, but it was still pleasant.

The lovely woman bowed her head with a giggle, then look back at him with a humor-filled smile. "This reminds me the time when you gave me that peach."

"This is nothing like that," he dryly replied, spinning her away, then spun her back into his arms and dipped her. "I don't recall doing that." He brought her back to her feet and back into his arms.

The woman giggled again. "You were always suave, you know that?"

Jareth gave her a small smirk, discovering something. "Are you… admitting a complement? Not only that, but you said always." He arched a brow at her, lightly challenging her words as they waltzed around the small pit in the floor.

Sarah bowed her head with a small shake, then looked back at him, still smiling. "I do admit that I was mesmerized by you when we first danced."

He smirked, liking what he was hearing. "Oh, I remember. You looked so in awe and bewildered as I swept you in my arms." He frowned. "Then you remembered that you had to get out, so you smashed a mirror."

"I had wanted to get out."

"You still broke a mirror."

"Sorry?"

Jareth twirled her twice and spun her back to him with a light smile. "Apology accepted."

Sarah slowly frowned, looking up at him in wondrous hazel eyes. "Why are you doing this?"

He looked her with a heavy heart and answered, "Who knows what fate has in store."

As if he had said words of a lover, she gently wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his chest.

With a lovesick heart, Jareth placed his hands on her waist and began to hum a gentle tune that was now their music.