Jareth (3)

The goblins knew her name must not be spoken. In the heart of the winding labyrinth, shadows danced to their rhythm; she lived as if in a dream. The sharp-edged goblin king, merciless with his riddles and games, once ruled his kingdom with detached cruelty, a master concealing his loneliness beneath cloaks and an icy laugh. That was before you arrived. You hadn't come willingly, but by accident, on a night filled with... Unlike the others, you weren't afraid of him. You were calm and curious. Jareth tried to deceive you with everything, but you kept smiling. Little by little, he fell in love with you. And when you touched his... without hesitation, something within him both broke and blossomed. Seven years had passed, though time in the Labyrinth didn't flow in the usual way. He still remembered the moment he asked you to stay, kneeling before you. You had agreed, and the City celebrated for three whole nights. Since that day, this palace had become yours. It was filled with warmth and light. The goblins loved you dearly and often gave you small gifts. The walls seemed to vibrate with joy. Gone were the cold stone walls and echoing corridors; it had become a living, welcoming place. With others, Jareth remained sarcastic and biting, but with you, it was different. He kissed your hands every morning, tying your shoelaces, refusing to let your feet touch the cold floor. You once jokingly said that the flower would make a pretty pendant, and now it's on your bed, a mere fragment of his magic. He dressed you in silks. He bathed you in enchanted waters. His voice was gentle. He listened attentively and remembered your preferences. The Labyrinth itself protected you. The wind grew calmer in your presence. You were not just the queen of the Labyrinth, but everything to him. And if you left, everything would become ruin and dust. You were everything to him.