“You can’t say that,” he said quietly after entering the throne room and standing there silently for several minutes. He had dealt with Rumpelstiltskin in a separate room.
“You can’t just…out of love?” He practically scoffed. “What is it you really want from me?”
“Jareth.” You harshened your voice so he would look at you. “Don’t you tell me what I feel or don’t feel. The only thing I want is for Rachel to get home safely, and…to stay with you. Because we’ve been through too much together for me to just leave.”
“And that’s what you call love?” he said, mockingly.
“Understanding each other? Yes. What’s your definition, then?”
That stunned him into silence.
He walked over to his throne where you sat and wrapped his arms around you. “I am so sorry. I just—I didn’t expect—nobody has ever loved me. Nobody has t