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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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I am proud to say, this beast of a story is 99.9% written! 21 chapters! Just need to write the epilogue :) So even if my muse takes another vacation, updates will continue unabated.
Jareth woke alone.
He got up and saw both Sarah and her things were gone.
He made his way to the front room and found her note. His face fell as he read her words, and his hand balled into fists, crumpling the paper.
On top of everything, he had to perform tonight, and he had a decision to make if this would be the last one.
He called Derryn to him. The man appeared before him, bowing. "Your Majesty! Weyliss told me what happened! I was at Court dealing with Brayson again. Wonderful news! You can return!"
"Yes yes. I know. Thanks to Sarah the way seems to be open, but I sense our problems are far from over. I want to return as soon as possible, and be able to stay at least for a while, but I need to straighten a few things out first. Please..can you make do until tomorrow at least?"
Sir Derryn nodded. "I'm sure we can. We will have everything prepared for your return."
"Fine. I'll keep you posted." Jareth told him. "Send Hoggle, the fox and the beast to me, I'll glamour them when they arrive."
He called everyone for a emergency staff meeting. He needed to cancel the rest of the tour after that night. Hoggle and the others had arrived and Hoggle grumbled the whole time. He was hoping his time in the mortal world was over, but Jareth thought his absence might be odd to those gathered, so he made the dwarf comply.
Jareth faced his band members, his staff, everyone. He would miss them. They had been good friends, and loyal. Tomorrow he would activate all the provisions he had set in place for them, and they would betaken care of in his absence.
"I'm sorry to announce I will no longer be able to continue this tour. I do not know what the future holds either. Tonight is my last performance for the foreseeable future. I have some personal issues I must take care of, and will be dropping out of sight for a while. I will be leaving tonight after the show. I will be going alone except for my assistants, and no, you will not be able to contact me. If I need to contact any of you, I will. Your transportation back to the US is all arranged. I do not want to discuss it any further, I've made my decision."
There was a collective gasp, then silence as they all looked at each other.
"I will see you all tonight, you are excused." Jareth said, turning from them and leaving the room.
Stan followed him. "Ummm..Mr. King..Jareth? Is this about Miss williams? We know she left, but.. end the tour?"
Jareth did not meet his eyes. "Partly. There are things I must attend to that can no longer be put off Stan. I have left a packet of instructions that will be delivered to you when you arrive home.I trust you to do as I ask."
He held his hand up. "Please do not ask me anymore questions. I told you I did not know how long I would choose to do this when I hired you. I also said when I was done, I would be done. You are a good man, and your wife is an angel among humans. you will be rewarded."
Stan nodded once, and left. He knew there was no arguing with the singer.
Jareth stayed to himself the rest of the day. He did not feel like speaking with anyone, and he missed Sarah terribly. He felt like half of himself was missing.
Finally he left the hotel and went to the venue, but his desire to perform was absent. He would do it, but he would have to pretend to be enthused for the audience.
He called his band to his dressing room.
"I wanted to thank you all away from the others. You are fine musicians and have done an excellent job. I...apologize I have to leave you now. It is what has to be done. Please know none of you have anything to do with my choice."
Michael went and did something he rarely did. Hee put a hand on the singers arm. Jareth had told them explicitly years ago he did not like to be touched, but he felt the occasion called for it. "Hey man..thanks. I mean we don't really get what's going on, but, without you we would all be playing dives in Jersey. We decided to stick together, find another singer. I hope you don't mind."
Jareth nodded. "I'm glad. You should stay together. It is possible someday we may meet again, play again, but not for a while."
They 3 filed out, each giving him a look of sad resignation. They knew he wouldn't change his mind.
He wanted to be alone until the show, but when Hazel came to apply his makeup he let her. Hazel was special to him in a big way. She had been the mother hen of this group of people for a long time. He could not turn her away.
She was silent for a while as she worked, but eventually she had to speak her mind. "So..you going after Sarah, right?"
Jareth glanced up at her. "In part, yes." He told her.
"Time to go home too, right? This world ain't kind to you folk, I'm guessing." She said in a whisper so no one else could hear.
Jareth sat up and looked at her. She was looking at him in a very knowing way. "What do you mean?"He asked carefully.
"Jareth, I full a full blooded Irish Celt. My ancestors were..well, they had dealing with the your folk on a personal level. We are gifted with the sight, the knowledge from your people. There are still a few humans who are, ya know. I knew what you were right off. Saw right through your magic. Same with the 3 who trailed behind ya these years.. Don't know rightly what they are, but I know what you are. "
He dropped his glamour completely, locking the door with a thought. "You never spoke of it before."
"I know from my family passing down, one of you in the world for an extended amount of time means you are stuck here. Or were. Figured you had your own troubles. You were good to me and mine, as your people have always been to my family. Had no reason to speak of it. You have your reasons. Sarah ain't one of you, at least not yet. I see the magic in the girl growing though."
"I am the...I am The Goblin King, of The Labyrinth. Do you know of it?" Jareth admitted.
Hazel grinned at him. "Course I do. You know, humans haven't always been kept from your world, Jareth. When my people was just little more than a small tribe in the North of Ireland, we could come and go without recourse. My great Gran told me there was a great war, humans trying to gain a foothold there, and they were pushed back, the ways all but sealed, laws put into place to keep them out. And your people safe. For people that live such a longtime and can control the very stars, humans figured out quite easily how to kill a lot of you. Iron, mostly. My family has passed down tales of the great maze that straddles both worlds. So you're the King there huh? Goblins. wild little critters..you must have a strong hand."
"I know the history..yes. I never considered there might be humans who knew it as well." Jareth said. This was quite a surprising turn of events.
"Too few, Jareth. Too few. We never learned either. Always waging war on each other, always wanting what don't belong to us." She answered. She finished his makeup and smiled. "All done..your MAjesty."
"We are not conflict free, dear woman. I am afraid I will be waging a battle of my own when I go back." He sighed.
"Give 'em hell, Jareth. You need anything. You come to me. We will do anything we can here. By the way, that Roxy, she was one too right?"
He hissed through his teeth. "Yes. Vile woman. She caused this mess. She is as I speak in my dungeons. I may take you up on your offer, Hazel. While Sarah refuses to leave, I might need someone here who knows of her nature to step in."
"Course I will. She's a good girl. Smart, strong, beautiful. Kind. I take it you have designs on sitting her on the throne there with you?" She asked him.
"Yes...yes I do. "Jareth answered..sadness seeping in.
Hazel smiled. "Good luck. She would good there I think. I can see she won't take any crap from you either. A man needs a woman like that beside him. Don't let him get away with shit, make sure he does the right thing. You will figure it out, I can tell she loves you dearly. Give her time."
Jareth nodded. Looking at the clock, he saw it was time.
He got up and turned to the older woman. "Shall we?" He offered his arm.
She laughed and took it. "A King! Well isn't that something!" She said. They left the room and made their way to the stage area.
The concert went off without a problem, The crowd booing and upset at his announcement of his impending retirement. He thanked them and everyone for everything, sang the encore and left the stage.
He spent time thanking everyone he could individually. After a while he made it to the car and back to the hotel room. He had dismissed his staff that attend to his needs there as well.
He created a spell that would insert the memory of him, Hoggleston, Fox and Luddy leaving the hotel and driving off into the night solidly in everyone's memories, because if he were to go into his room and just disappear there would be far too many questions asked.
Once Hoggle and himself were alone. He summoned his assistant again. Sir Derryn appeared and bowed.
"Is everything prepared?"
"Yes Your Majesty you have people waiting to see you." Sir Derryn informed him.
Jareth rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, Lord Brayson."
Derryn nodded. "Well let us go then." Jareth said.
A matter of seconds later he appeared in his own throne room, Sir Derryn and Hoggle with him.
"Goblin King!" He heard immediately, making him wince.
"What is it, Lord Brayson? I was going to contact the council in a day or two. I have many things to catch up on here."
The shorter, yet rounder man approached him. "What do you think you are doing? Where is your human? How did you break the magic keeping you from returning?!"
"My human..as you so rudely call her, is not here as you can plainly see. She was able to break your enchantment and retrieve her memories, and agreed to return here with me so that we may return. However she immediately demanded a return to the mortal world. I do not recall any rule of your punishment that states she could not do that."
Jareth snapped his fingers, and was once again dressed in his typical clothing. Leggings, silk tunic, boots, and leather waistcoat. He sat in his throne and almost sighed with joy. Home.
"Now..you may leave, Lord Brayson. I have much to deal with here."
The councilman was dumbfounded. He could not believe the audacity of this man.
"Jareth! OF course she was not supposed to go back! What were you thinking! You can not leave her there, alive, with memories of our realm! Either her bring her back or end her, immediately. Or plan on another trial!"Jareth rolled his head to the side and observed the other immortal. He was practically jumping up and down in anger.
"Really, Lord Brayson, your presence tires me. I found out something within the last few hours, as the matter of fact. Sarah is NOT The only human with knowledge of the underground. Apparently there are humans whose ancestors passed down the old stories from the time we lived side by side with humans, and the descendants are well aware we are here. By the way, do not call me Jareth. That is Your MAjesty, or My Lord to you."
Lord Brayson approached the throne with it's arrogant king in it. "Listen... Your Majesty. I'm tired of dealing with you. We all are. You are arrogant, reckless and defiant of the council's laws and orders. You think you have found a way around the council's declarations? You are gravely mistaken. If I have anything to say about it, the least you will suffer is banishment...preferably I'll see you executed for your crimes!"
Jareth stood, his anger rising. He made his way down the steps, his crop appearing in his hand. His eyes narrowing.
He stood in front of the shorter man, his mouth a thin line. "Lord Brayson..." Quicker than the man could even blink, he had a black gloved hand wrapped around his throat. "I would advise you to leave my kingdom, and never return. You think I'm afraid of you? Of any of you? Do your worst. I dare you to try and take my kingdom, or my life."
The Goblin King threw the man to the floor. "My human will return in due time. When she does, she will be my queen. When that happens, anyone, and I mean ANYONE, who threatens my kingdom, my subjects, and most especially my queen, will not live to see another day. Is that understood?"
He did not tell the man about Sarah's changeling status. It might only make things worse. The one law more strictly followed than humans having knowledge of the underground, was of changelings living in the mortal world. Typically they were unpredictable and could do very bad things, if not closely monitored. He had confidence Sarah would be careful, and that it wouldn't be long before she could be brought here and made completely immortal.
The man got up, and backed away. He waved his finger at the king. "You just prepare yourself, Goblin King. You will be hearing from the council and myself shortly about your actions."
With that he disappeared.
Jareth walked back to his throne and collapsed into it. He tapped his crop against his knee as all gathered there, goblins, dwarves, elves, immortals, and any other denizens waited for him to react.
"What!" He yelled. Everyone jumped, scampering about trying to find something else to do.
"Excuse me My Lord." Derryn addressed him warily. "May we speak privately?"
"Fine." Jareth sighed. A crystal appeared, then him and Derryn were gone, reappearing in Jareth's private study.
Jareth sunk into his supple leather desk chair created just for him. How he missed this.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, longing for her presence. He reached out and could sense her, above, her life force glowing brightly. He could tell she was still hurt and angry, but at least she was safe, for now.
"Sire, what do you think the council will do? Can they bring you to trial again?" Derryn asked his king.
Jareth opened his eyes, meeting the worried face of his assistant. "Sir Derryn, it seems they can do whatever they please. I know this, I'm not going to just acquiesce and let them do what they will. I see now quite clearly Brayson's plot to take my throne. I will expose him. Odd he did not even ask about Roxanna. Maybe he thinks she is dead. I commend you on successfully blocking her presence here. Come to think of it he probably hopes I killed her and his perfidy would be safe. Good. She is my "Ace in the hole" as they say above."
Derryn bowed his head in thanks at the king's words. "We need all the "aces in the hole" we can get, I do believe, Your Majesty. What of The Lady Sarah?"
Jareth leaned forward and placed his chin on his hand. "Derryn you must promise me. Whatever happens, you must serve her as you have always served me. She is queen of this realm, whether she knows accepts it yet. If, by happenstance I do not survive, she is the only thing protecting this kingdom from Lord Brayson and his cronies. They cannot take it if there is a sitting monarch. They can try, I suppose, but Sarah would do anything to protect her friends here, even if she is rather upset with me at the moment. If I'm...Jareth paused, hardly wanting to think about it. "no longer here, and she has not yet made the choice to return, you must convince her to, and protect her. She is the most precious thing in existence to me. I can accept death if I know she will be safe."
Your Majesty, please do not speak of that. That is the absolute worst that could happen. I do not think they would, or could, go that far." Derryn pleaded.
"I have to think of the worst!" Jareth voice rose, and he stood. "I MUST think of her protection! Sir Derryn, I have lived a selfish life. I have taken what I wanted, when I wanted. Yes, I have always done my duty. Even when I have been generous, it was because I was getting something from it. She is my redemption. A chance, for once, to be selfless. To make a sacrifice. She is the only living being that ever managed slip through of the walls I've had to keep around myself to protect my heart and do my job. I have to prove to her, that with her, for her, it is different."
He looked out the window, overlooking his kingdom, and The Labyrinth.
"I remember when I had to solve this maze, to prove my worth. Only one immortal in 10,000 years is given the chance, and no mortals before her. I had to use magic, trickery, every weapon I had to do it. All she had was her mind and heart and spirit, and she did it. I have been felled by that slip of a mortal woman. Somehow, it is I, who feels unworthy of her. She owns me...don't you understand, Sir Derryn? She owns me, heart and soul. I worship at her feet. I am...unused to such a feeling. When she solved The Labyrinth, all the tricks, traps, and twists and turns...it was like she made her way through me, and when she got to the center, she captured her prize."
He turned and look at his assistant, who stood there speechless. "So now, even above my own self preservation, I must think of her, or what a sorry excuse for a prize I would be, wouldn't you say?"
He smirked, waiting for an answer.
"I ...I will do what you need me to do, My Lord. I swear fealty to your Queen." He knelt on one knee. "I will give my life to defend her, I promise."
Jareth observed for a moment. "Rise Sir Derryn. I know you will. You have been a most loyal subject, and a good friend to me. If something happens to me, she will need you."
Derryn got up and bowed again at the king.
Jareth took a deep breath. "Now, enough of this. Shall we go discuss the near future of The Lady Roxanna, with the woman herself? I have some questions I need to ask, and I expect the answers will be quite enlightening."
They left the room and walked through the castle to the dungeons, where said woman was waiting.

_
Sarah arrived in NYC, rented a car and drove to her parent's home in Rhode Island.
As she pulled up, the door flew open and Toby ran out to see who it was. Seeing it was her, he kept running. until he was beside the door as she opened it.
"Sarah! Oh Sarah! I missed you!" He threw his arms arms around her when she stood and held on tight.
"Ahh Tobes. I missed you too. So much." She hugged him back. Looking up she saw Karen come out of the house, wiping her hands on a dishtowel and smiling.
They had long ago settled their differences. Karen had become more of a mother to her than her own ever was. She also made her dad happy and Toby adored her, so as long as they were happy, Sarah was happy too.
She still felt separate from her father and stepmother, probably always would. Her dad, Karen and Toby were all connected in a way she could never be to all of them. Except Toby. He was her shining light. Now she knew why she had the fear he would disappear..because thanks to her selfishness, he almost did.
"Hello Sarah, so glad to see you dear." Karen said. She came and gave her stepdaughter a warm hug. "You are just in time for dinner. You dad will be home soon. I made a pot roast with those little red potatoes you love. Toby, help your sister bring in her things and take them upstairs."
Sarah smiled at the domesticity of it all. She felt herself relax a little at the comfort of being in her childhood home.
She and Toby tromped up the stairs. He wanted to prove to her how big he was getting, how strong he was by taking her big suitcase to her old room. She laughed a little to herself as he struggled to get it up the stairs, but let him do it. He managed even though it took a while.
When she opened the door to hero room, she breathed in the familiar scent of lilacs from the fresh bouquet Karen had placed on her old vanity, and the clean scent of the detergent Karen used to wash everything. She always kept it up, just in case Sarah came to town. She wanted the girl to know she was wanted and welcome here.
"So what did you bring me Sarah?!" Toby said excitedly. Sarah had picked up a couple of tourist-ish doodads at the airport, a small resin statue of Buckingham Palace, a keychain, a snowglobe with The Tower Bridge in it, a t shirt. She Had had the saleswoman wrap them.
She opened her suitcase and gave the packages to him. He grabbed them and unwrapped them all enthusiastically.
"Oh wow! Thanks Sarah, these are all cool!" He hugged her again.
"You are welcome, little brother. Why don't you go show your mom?" He nodded and took off. She could hear him. "Mom! look what Sarah brought me!"
She closed the door and laid on the bed, looking around. Much of her things had either been packed away or sent to her, especially her books. But there were a few things, still. He toy crown hanging on the corner of her mirror, a few stuffed animals. The figurine that so resembled Jareth.
She got up and approached the table. Reaching out, her fingers played over the figurine. She got it only a couple of months before that night. She remembered seeing it at that little curio shop in town and falling in love with it. How it reminded her of the book she had found in the park. She now realized, what Jareth said was probably true. She was connected to him, even before she ever knew he really existed.
She heard the front door slam, and her father's voice. "I'm home! Whose car is that in the driveway?"
Sarah scurried out of the room and leaned down. "It's me dad! Home for a visit!"
He looked up and his eyes lit up at seeing his daughter. "Hey kiddo! good to see you!"
Sheran down and embraced her father. His comforting embrace and the scent of the aftershave he had always used making her tear up.
"Oh Daddy..I missed you." She cried into his shoulder.
"Here now..what is with the tears?" He took her by the shoulders and examined her face for signs of distress.
She shook her head. "It's just been too long, you know?"
He smiled. "Yeah, I know." He put his arm around her and walked them further in.
Karen came out of the kitchen, smiling at the two together. "okay you two, dinner is ready and on the table."
"I'm starved!" Robert said grinning. He was overjoyed at having all his loved ones under one roof for a change. He looked down at his daughter and said, "Let's eat!"
Sarah had no idea how hungry she was for good homemade food. Toby kept the conversation flowing with his constant questions about London, L.A., her job, her friends, asking her about any movie stars or famous musicians she might have met.
"So, Sarah, how was travelling with the great Jareth King? What is he like? He is so handsome and mysterious." Karen asked during dessert, getting a slightly dreamy look on her face.
"It was good. fine. He is nice, eccentric, but great performances. It was an interesting experience."
"Well, consider yourself one of the lucky ones. Sarah. He just retired rather abruptly after his last concert, just a few hours ago." Robert said. "It's all over the news. Did you know about that?"
Sarah dropped her fork, trembling. "Ummm..yeah, kind of. He has some personal problems, family issues. I wasn't sure when but I knew he was going to have to take sometime away soon."
Karen leaned in."It isn't...She paused, lowering her voice. "drugs is it?"
Sarah laughed loudly at that. "No..no it's not. He doesn't do drugs or drink, Karen. That much I can say for him." Sarah picked her fork back up, trying to calm herself. Her appetite fled though, and she put it down again.
"I'm so full. Thanks for dinner Karen, it was wonderful. I'm really tired though, and I need a shower. So I'm excusing myself and going to go up and do that then hit the hay." She said, standing.
She kissed everyone on the cheek. "Night all. We can talk morning in the morning okay Tobes? I want to see your artwork too."
Toby nodded, grinning. "Okay Sarah, night!"
She went and grabbed her clothes and took a shower. There was a full length mirror on the bathroom door and she stared at herself afterwards. Oh God. What the hell? She could see the slight shimmer becoming more pronounced under the bathroom lighting, and her hair was definitely longer. She saw the uplift of her brows beginning, and..yep..her ears were beginning to point. Crap. She needed to figure out a way to hide as much as she could. She could wear long sleeves and turtle necks and maybe some heavy make up, but there was little she could do about her hair, eyebrows and ears. Eesh.
She turned away and put her pjs on, then went to her room and crawled into bed, turning off the light.
She tossed and turned and stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. What the hell am I going to do? She thought. Finally she fell into a fitful slumber as she waited to see what was going to happen next.

_
Roxy laid on the cot, staring at the stone wall in front of her. Her life was over, she supposed. One good thing, she would finally be with her husband. She did wish she could see her daughter one last time. Maybe if she pleaded with Jareth he would allow it.
She was dressed as she had arrived here, cloaked by Jareth's magic and firmly held my his assistant and healer, she was marched straight here to what Derryn told her was the most secure area in the castle, already shielded and warded against discovery. Once the door had slammed shut, she had curled into a ball and cried.
Derryan had returned later with a change of clothing and some food, telling her Jareth would get to her as soon as he could, he still had to deal with things aboveground. The clothes he had brought lay on the wooden chair across the room, untouched. She just wrapped herself in the blanket provided and laid there staring at nothing. She had drank a little water but food was not the least bit appetizing.
She drew herself in further, and closed her eyes against more tears.
A few minutes later she heard footsteps, and knew Jareth had come. She could tell his walk. That telltale heel click.
The door opened and the two men stepped in, and the door closed behind them.
Jareth stood there for a few minutes, watching her.
Finally he spoke. "So, Lady Roxanna, what should I do with you now?" He put his hands behind his back and paced in front over her, but his predatory gaze never left her.
"Jareth..I mean Your Majesty...I'm so so sorry. I just wanted.." She choked up a little. "I wanted to come home so bad."
Jareth nodded once, then conjured a chair and sat, crossing an ankle over his other knee.
"Tell me what happened. I warn you, do not lie or leave anything out. I would hate to have to employ more..vigorous methods of getting the truth out of you. I'm not overly fond of torturing women."
Roxy nodded and sat up. "Lord Brayson came to me. He asked me if I wanted to come home and be with my dear daughter..that is exactly how he said it. At first I was thrilled, I thought maybe he had a change of heart, about humans. I thought that might bode well for you too, seeing as you were taken with a human."
Jareth gestured for her to continue.
"Then he laid out his plan. He said if I could chase your human girl off, and keep her away until your time ran out, I could come home. He even offered me the Goblin Queen's throne, alongside his nephew, with the stipulation I produce and heir as quite as possible. He would move Violet and her family here too, to be with me."
She saw anger begin to shoot from Jareth's eyes, and his mouth tighten.
"I told him I wouldn't do it at first, and I certainly didn't want to be a queen. I begged and pleaded to come home, to be with my family. He would not bend..but then he told me if I did something else for him..he might think about letting me visit. He made me...I mean I did it, he didn't force me, but..."
Jareth leaned forward, taking Roxy's face in one hand and bringing it up to meet his eyes. "He made you perform certain..acts, is that what you are saying?"
She nodded. "I thought..well, all those years in the above giving it away..what did it matter right? One more time didn't mean anything, and at least I would get to see my child. Then he made me...service his nephew too...with him there. Watching. It was disgusting and after I couldn't even think of..being with anyone else. I felt awful. He told me I was his good little whore."
Jareth dropped his hand and leaned back. inside he was enraged. If Brayson had been in front of him he would have ripped his heart out. But he said nothing. He turned and met Derryn's gaze. His assistant was also obviously angered as well.
"He told me if I didn't do what he said, not only would he not let me come home, he would make sure Violet and her family disappeared. He said he knew people who could take care of that and no one would ever know what happened to them. Except me. He would make sure I knew every detail, but that no one would ever believe me because I was a human loving slut, and no one would trust my word. He gave me the blackroot." Roxy finished with a sob, too broken to continue.
She put her face in her hands and leaned forward. The she grabbed one of Jareth's hands.."Please Jareth..don't let him hurt them. Whatever happens to me, whatever you do, don't let them hurt my daughter and her babies. I beg of you."
Jareth first made to pull away, then didn't. He thought of Sarah, and what she would do. She would have compassion for this woman, obviously broken by that vile Brayson's doing. His anger at her seemed to evaporate down to a feeling of severe disappoint in an old friend.
After a time he slipped his hand out from between hers and stroked her head lightly."Roxanna, look at me."
She did so. What she saw was..unexpected. His eyes were much softer, though she could feel his ire..but it was no longer directed at her.
"I am not going to kill you. Not here and now. I do not know exactly what punishment I will have you serve, but death will not be it. I also promise you Brayson will pay for his crimes against all of us, and if he harms a hair on your daughter's or her children's heads, his head will be displayed on a spike at the gates to this castle. Fortunately, he does not know you still live and most likely thinks I killed you already. You will have to stay here for now, but I will make sure you are well taken care of. The fool has no idea of the power I have access to. Another reason he must never get his hands on The Labyrinth. He would be such a clumsy idiot he would send us all into oblivion trying to wield it's magic."
He turned to Derryn. "Make sure a more comfortable bed is brought here, a lamp, a few pieces of furniture, and some basic comforts."
'Yes, Your Majesty." Derryn said, a half smile on his face. Finding love seemed to have a positive effect on his king.
Jareth left the cell and went to his study. He sat at his desk with his head leaning on his hand, deep in thought. There was a sudden knock onthe door.
"Come in Derryn." He commanded, knowing it was his friend through his magic.
"Sire, you better come to the throne room, now." Derryn told him. He had a very odd look on his face.
Jareth took a deep breath and followed Sir Derryn out and to the throne room. What now.
There was a messenger from The High Council.
Jareth strode confidently by the man, and sat in his throne, with a defiant glare.
"What is it now." He demanded.
The man unrolled the scroll he was carrying, and began to read. "You, Jareth, King of the Goblin Kingdom, are hereby ordered to appear before The high Council in 2 days time, to answer the charges being brought against you. Count one, allowing a mortal to retain memories of the underground while living in the aboveground. 2. Committing treason against The High Council, by defying their order not once, but twice. 3. Committing an assault on the Head of the High Council, Lord Brayson. 4. The murder of a one Lady Roxanna formerly of the Kingdom of Freecloud Mountain, most recently banished to the aboveground, in favor of a human woman."
Jareth rolled his eyes and leaned forward.
"For your crimes your punishment may range from a period of banishment to the mortal world, to execution. Please but your kingdom in order and report this time in 2 days, or you will be forcibly removed and another charge of grievous resistance of the Council's orders will be added to list. That is all." The man handed Sir Derryn the scroll, and disappeared.
Every creature in the throne room was silent.
After a long moment,, Jareth turned to Sir Derryn and grinned. "Well then, we have some planning to do, haven't we? Get Weyliss and Hoggle and meet me in my study in 10 minutes."
Derryn bowed and went to do his master's bidding.
Jareth rose, and walked slowly out of the throne room, tapping his crop on his thigh, planning his next move and hoping Sarah would be safe until he could get her to the goblin Castle.
Thanks to everyone out there reading! There is something I would like to note: Sarah's personality will begin to shift a little now, because the pieces that were missing, that inner strength she gained years before and forgot, will begin to integrate themselves into her psyche. The reason why I am saying that now is, I know people will wonder about it. The story was planned that way, for her to get stronger and more sure of herself from here on out. She still has a way to go, but I really delve deeply into her internal battle, so I am hoping it will come through why she gains momentum.
I hope people are catching the DB references, I stick them in everywhere I can find an opening hehe.
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