Lost And Lonely - A Labyrinth Fanfic [UPDATED VERSION]

10) Her Thanks

Awaking to the faint sounds of laughter, possibly from the goblins, Raven slowly turned off her side and groaned at the peaking light streaming through the curtains.

She smelled a foul odor, and realizing it was her torn up sweater, she removed it and threw it to the floor, where her muddy pants last were before she fell back asleep after being fed by the Goblin King.

As if on queue, a small knock sounded from the door, startling Raven once again. She felt like the Goblin King was waiting for her to wake.

"Come in." She responded. The door opened and in came Jareth; bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Bushy-haired, for this matter.

"I've brought you breakfast. Don't worry, I'm sure this is something you know and enjoy." He set the tray down on small table, and he eyed the sweater strewn on the floor. "I'll have this taken care for you. Ah, reminds me. I've got your pants, all washed and with holes sewn."

"I...thank you." She choked, becoming increasingly speechless from what the king was doing for her. He simply smiled and picked up the sweater. He felt an odd weight in the fabric and pulled out the little red book Raven had brought with her.

Jareth walked over and set the book on the bedside table, making sure she wouldn't lose it. He then disappeared with the sweater, and Raven got up, wrapped a nearby quilt around and went to get herself breakfast before the Goblin King would feed her like a child again.

She helped herself to removing the cover, revealing a large plate of pancakes, fresh jam and a medium-sized side of what looked to he cooked ham. Was it coincidence that the Goblin King had something made off the top of his head, which turned out to be her favorite morning meal?

"Helping yourself?" His voice startled her.

"Mmmhm..." She mumbled with a mouthful of food.

"I'll leave you to it." He smiled. "When you've finished, why don't you dress and meet me in my garden. I'll have one of my goblins escort you."

"Mmokay." Raven covered her full mouth. After he left, she set down her utensils and sauntered to what looked like a large closet. Opening it, her eyes widened as she saw that it was a walk-in closet.

Figuratively filled to the brim, there were full sections and varieties of blouses, pants, shoes and dresses. There were even vests and cloaks, capes. The closet had nearly every different type of clothing there was.

How was she going to decide what to wear?