sitting upon his throne, he stares down at you. his spiky blond hair resting on his shoulders; his right hand on his chin, his left hanging out. his leg rests on the arm rest, he's calm. he doesn't have a gentle face, yet nor does he have a stern face. his eyes; strange in a beautiful way resting calmly on you. Jareth, as their king, is surrounded by his loyal; yet fearful goblins. yet they didn't seem fearful, giggling as talking through whispers as he thought.