Light slowly entered the room alighting all within with its soft warmth and promise of a new day. The thick royal blue blanket moved as Sarah’s body stirred beneath its warmth. Slowly her eyes opened but closing once again the light hurt her eyes. Blinking back at the slight pain it died away as her eyes slowly adjusted to her surroundings.  Turned to the side she slowly took in her new surroundings.

A large wooden door greeted her eyes followed, as she slowly looked around, by concrete floor to a small Persian rug that sat underneath a large ornate couch in front of a raging fire within a fireplace. Two large glass doors that opened up into a balcony lay out in front of the bed. Eyes coming around towards the other side of the bed she held in her breath at what greeted her eyes.

There beside the bed that she lay on Jareth, the Goblin King sat slumped within a large chair. Head slumped to the side against the headrest of the chair as one hand propped up under his chin the other to his side dangling from the armrest of the chair.

Sarah slowly sat up within the bed mouth dropped slightly open in puzzlement. Fragments of memory returning of what had transpired that night flooded her mind. Leaning forwards on her hands she shakily looked down at herself noting her change of clothing and the bandages around her arm and feeling another wrapped about her leg. She had been taken from her world and placed within another without any explanation. Attacked by some large wolf, she shook with the memory, and rescued by the Goblin King. Why would he do that?  Why would he care?

"Good morning."

Sarah’s head shot up at the sound of his voice her own voice escaping her as she looked at him. Had he been there the whole night? Leaning back against the headboard of the bed she pulled the blanket up over her covering her lightly dressed form. She had to look away, not prepared for meting him again.

He watched her as the emotions spread over her face, emotions of question, confusion, and uncertainty. Silently he waited for her response.

Still afraid to look him in the eyes she stared at where her feet were hidden by the blanket. Finding her voice she softly spoke, "Thank you." Hearing him rise she bit her lip not sure about what he was going to do. The bed shifting slightly as his wait was pressed upon it. Her head shooting up just as he sat beside her, her eyes locking with his.

His face was unreadable as he locked eyes with hers. Did he still feel the same way towards her as he did so long ago when he had fallen in love with her? Jareth’s heart tightened at the memory of being turned down, of her refusal to return the love that he felt for her. He made a decision at that moment, a decision to guard his heart, to not allow her the means to break it once more as she did so very long ago.

The silence felt unbearable, not unlike the silence that greeted her when she first arrived in this place, this world so different from her own. Wetting her lips nervously she broke that silence, "I- I don’t know how I arrived here. I was, uh, about to leave the house to go for a walk but when I stepped through the front door I was in that forest-You came?" the question left her mouth just as the question had entered her mind.

He stood from the bed greeting her questioning gaze with a mocking smile, "Sarah, you called. Did you not know that after you denied me, denied my power that you had bound me from your world? A binding that could only be broken by you calling upon me once again."

She looked away, memories of the past flashing to mind, "Just fear me love me do as I say and I will be your slave-" but it was a ploy to keep her from saying the words. Anger flashing within her eyes, as she snapped back at the man before her, "No! How can you stand there and mock me? I was only a teenager who you tried to exploit and manipulate for your own amusement!"

Jareth stepped forwards eyes narrowing, "You said the words Sarah. If anyone is to blame it is you."

Lips pressing tightly together as she glared at the Goblin King before her, her eyes unable to look into his. Instead she tried to focus on other parts of him but closed her eyes as she found herself admiring his handsome form. Taking a deep breath she slumped against the headboard and pillows in defeat weary of arguing with him any further. She had a lot of issues about what he had put her through but now she did not feel like dealing with them. Looking up to address him once more she looked around in puzzlement as she found that he was no longer there.

Returning to the throne room he ignored the goblins within the room as they made their usual mess. Pinching the bridge of his nose he closed his eyes trying to chase away the impending headache that was rushing to the surface. The noise made by the ruckus of goblins about him not helping his headache in the slightest.

"Quiet!" he boomed no longer having the patience to put up with their noisy antics.

All within the room jumped from the loud roar of their King with horror filled eyes. For a moment they hesitated just before they scattered and exited the room.

Not really paying attention to the goblins as they exited the throne room, Jareth sat within this throne. His mind and heart were at war with each other as he refused to listen to his heart. His heart pained for her, to feel her within his arms, to chase away her fears, to taste her sweet pink lips, as his head was screaming out against the idea. She had no idea how her refusal of his offers had affected him, how much pain she had caused him.

Everything that he had done for her remaining unnoticed. By her own words she had confirmed it. Still saw him as the villain and herself as the heroine that had defeated him.

Fist slamming down onto the arm of his throne he glared about the now empty room. He had lost himself to her once he’d be damned if he was going to do it again. She was in his world now, within his possession, this time he will not let her go. An evil grin spread about his features as he thought of various ways that he would make her his. So she had thought that he had only tried to exploit and manipulate her for his own amusement, "We will just see about that," he mused to himself.