Jareth sat in his throne and absent-mindedly listened to his chief of staff, Greta. Admittedly, she was one of his least annoying Goblins, following his orders without question or mishap and never bothering him without good reason.
Today, however, he was finding her tedious. He was exhausted from his long journey the previous day and had arrived late to find Fenrir waiting in his study.
He thought back over their late night conversation.
He had strode into his study to find Fenrir lurking in the shadows.
"You'd better have an excellent reason for being here Fenrir, I thought I told you to watch Sarah!" He said darkly, conjuring a Crystal and throwing into the fireplace where flames jumped to life.
Fenrir snarled and shuffled away from the warmth and light. Jareth smirked wickedly.
"The mortal sleeps, my King." Fenrir huffed.
"That does not mean she won't wake and sneak off somewhere, she's clever like that." Jareth remarked.
"I would know if she moved from her