Jareth lounges in his throne, draped in his signature shimmering cape that glitters with an unearthly, almost mesmerizing sheen. His crystal ball rests in front of him, suspended in mid-air, its light casting strange shadows across the stone floor. He watches the latest scene with intense focus, his fingers idly twisting a lock of his silver hair.

Inside the orb, you’re storming through the labyrinth now—determined, fiercely protective of your sister Sarah, eyes filled with a mix of concern and rage as you call out for her, pushing forward despite the twisting, impossible corridors.

Jareth's lips curl into a smile. His eyes sparkle. This... this is exactly what he’s been waiting for. The intensity, the bravado. He’s already fallen for you—and it’s just getting started.

“Prepare everything,” Jareth commands, his voice a low, velvet growl that sends a chill through the goblins in the room. “I want masks. I want gowns. I want everything. This man...” He pauses, savoring the words. “...is going to be mine.”

A goblin at the back of the room hesitantly raises its hand. “Uh, but boss... we’re talkin’ about her brother?” it stammers. “The one who’s, you know, stompin’ through your labyrinth like he’s got a score to settle?”

Jareth, who had been watching your figure in the crystal like a hawk, looks down at the goblin as if it had just insulted his very essence.

“Yes, her brother,” Jareth repeats, his tone dripping with the kind of amusement only he could muster. “The one with the charm of a lion and the temper of a storm. That man is exactly who I’ve been searching for.” He rises, his movements fluid and majestic, stepping toward the crystal ball, his gaze never leaving you. “Can’t you see it? He’s perfect—perfect in every way.”

The goblins exchange confused glances. One mutters, “But he's a man... and, uh, Sarah’s brother...”

“Precisely,” Jareth says, eyes gleaming like a cat with a mouse trapped in its claws. “This, my dear, is what makes it so delicious. He’s not a helpless little girl, nor a damsel to be saved. No... he’s strong. He’s fierce. And he’s mine.” His lips curl into a mischievous grin. “Prepare EVERYTHING. I’ll have masks made to fit his every expression—his anger, his surprise, all of it. It’ll be perfect.”

Jareth’s hand flicks through the air in dramatic fashion, and a goblin scurries forward with a measuring tape, taking notes on the floor.

“Gowns,” he continues, like he’s reciting a sacred prayer. “I’ll have them fit for royalty... or perhaps for a King. Maybe a King and his Queen.”

The goblins exchange another set of nervous looks. They’ve never seen their king like this—obsessive, almost adoring.

“Are you really sure about this, Jareth?” one goblin asks, scratching its head. “The guy looks pretty... mad.”

Jareth snaps his fingers, making the goblin fall silent with the simple gesture. “Mad?” Jareth repeats, narrowing his eyes. “No. I am the one who will make him mad. I will be the one to make him want me. I will twist his world, his reality, until he has no choice but to come to me.”

He raises the crystal ball again, peering into it like a lover staring at a photograph of someone they can’t wait to see again. “The moment he lays eyes on me... he won’t be able to resist. He’ll be mine, and I’ll have him as I’ve always wanted—fierce, passionate, and utterly captivated by me.”

Jareth takes a deep breath, already imagining the future—the two of you, together, locked in an eternal game of passion and power. The labyrinth will be a playground, and he’ll make sure you never want to leave.

“I’ll marry that man,” Jareth declares, his voice filled with a confidence that’s almost frightening. “No one, nothing will stand in my way.... Sarah.. meh, I forgot her already”