Jareth, the Goblin King

Exploring the Castle

~ Jareth's P.O.V ~

   "Sir?" The voice from the other side of the door says before the door is opened and one of my goblin helpers walk in. 

   "What?" I ask, turning my attention back to the window where I could see Sarah's room.

   "What shall we do with the girl?" He asks, my head snapping over to see him standing in the doorway still, a few others behind him.

   "What do you mean 'do with the girl?' She is your queen now. Treat her like you would me." I say, raising my hand and dismissing them.

   "Yes sir."

   The second the door is closed my attention goes back to the girl on the other side of the castle.

   Oh, what will I do with you, precious?

~ Sarah's P.O.V. ~

   A knock on the door made me jump off the bed and stand frozen in place.

   What does he want now?

   "Ma' lady?" My eyes widen for a second but then relax when I realize it was just a helped of the castle and not Hoggle.

   Oh, I miss them so much.

   "Oh, um yes?" I ask as four of them stand outside of the door.

   "We were sent by Sir to meet all your needs." He says, cowering at the door.

   "Oh, ignore him." I sigh, sitting back on the bed.

   "Excuse me, madam, but I'm not sure I understand what you mean." The goblin says as the others walk into the room.

   "You don't have to treat me like your queen. I won't be staying long." I say, determined to find a way out of this castle.

   "Why not, ma' lady?"

   I turn around and smile at the goblins, getting up and crouching in front of them.

   "You don't have to call me that. My name is Sarah." I smile and then look back at the window, feeling a presence staring, "and I'm going home."

   "Oh. Does Sir know, Miss Sarah?" One of the goblins asks.

   "Oh yes. He told me it was fine." I lie,  giving them another believable smile.

   "Okay, lady. Then we will be going. If you need anything we are right down the hall." The goblins smile and leave, leaving me alone to think.

   I felt bad lying to them. I know lying is wrong but I don't want them going and telling Jareth about MY plans.

   "Lunch is served." My head turns at the familiar voice.

   "Didymus?" I ask, getting off the bed.

   "I'm sorry, it's Sir Didymus to you prisoner." He says, about to walk out of the door.