The large living room was quiet and still. Morning light came through the big windows, making dust particles dance in the air.
Jareth sat in a comfortable chair, feeling a small bit of hope.
He had come to see Raula early, before the day really began. He wanted to tell her his plan, the thing he would do to make her happy.
He looked around the room. It was Raula's space, full of soft colors and warm blankets. It was a peaceful place, and he always felt calm here.
Because she was his fated. Even if she had rejected him.
Today, that calm felt fragile.
He was nervous. He practiced the words in his head. 'Raula, I have a way to fix things. I will deal with the daughter of the Dark King myself and you will not have to worry about her anymore.' He wondered how her face would look when he told her.
Would she smile at him? Would she see that he was serious, that he could be strong for her? That he could do anything just to make her happy?
