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Dizzy	By : sisterstyx Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3924 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sarah thanked the squeaky-voiced goblin who had shown her what would be her room while staying at the Labyrinth Palace. Her door was of a rich mahogany, intricately carved with a twisting, dizzying tree replete with mystical birds perched on it's weaving branches. She held out an appreciative hand to follow the polished lines of the tree before pushing slightly and entering the chamber.
While it was not nearly as large or ornate as her suite at the Grand Palace, the room she entered was opulent in it's simplicity. The walls were of the same soft, warm stone of the rest of the castle, but the floor was not the hard pavers that lined the halls and throne room. Instead, planks of the same rich wood as her door lent the room amore inviting atmosphere, gleaming under a few carefully placed, thick wool rugs of muted beauty. Before her, to her left, was a small couch and chair, comfortably stuffed, and covered in a golden velvet. They sat before a small fireplace, the mantle of which was carved with the same detailed images of her door. To her right was a wardrobe and small vanity, also of a dark, rosy wood, and a door to the water room. Across from her stood an averaged sized four poster bed. She walked towards it and realized that the posts were each trees akin to the others in the room and, as they stretched towards the ceiling their branches came together in a grand, impossible weaving of wooden boughs over the bed. She touched a post as well, the wood polished and satiny beneath her fingers, and then ran her hand along the downy bed spread of cream and gold. The room was light and cozy and she marveled at it's splendor.
She crossed to one of the two windows framing the bed and again gazed down at the Goblin City and Labyrinth beyond. Without realizing, she let out a contented sigh and let her mind wander as she watched the bustle below. She had just wondered where the King's room might be when her musings were interrupted by a knock on he door.
"Enter," she called, turning from the window to see who might come into her room. The door opened noiselessly and, to her surprise, where she expected a goblin or fae, a small fox-terrier in a dress appeared.
"Lady Sarah," the short creatures bowed, her girlish voice seeming to be both out of place coming from a dog, yet perfectly suited for her. "I've been sent to help you get ready for dinner. My name is Guinevere."
"Oh," Sarah was a bit surprised and relieved. She'd had Breeda help her get changed while at Alberon's palace--the corseted fashions of the Underground could not be achieved by the wearer alone, she'd discovered. "Thank you." She smiled at the adorable creature.
Guinevere took that as permission to bound over to the wardrobe and fling open the doors. To Sarah's amazement, the dresses Alberon had given her, and a few she didn't recognize, were already unpacked and waiting. I'm not sure I'll ever get used to magic!
"This one will go lovely with the lady's complexion." Guinevere, despite being no more than two feet tall on her hind quarters, pulled a gown of burnt orange from the wardrobe and laid it on the bed. It was more formal than the traveling gown Sarah wore and she suddenly felt all of the miles she had only recently finished crossing via bumpy carriage.
"Oh, that is lovely! Just let me wash up a moment, it's been a long day and I don't want to soil it." Not to mention I think I can still smell Goblin King on my skin, she thought silently, trying not to analyze just how she felt about that. She left Guinevere to pull out matching ribbons and jewelry from the vanity drawers while she stepped into the washroom to scrub her face and run a comb through her hair. She didn't want to look like she'd just finished a long journey in close quarters in such exalted company for dinner.
She told herself her desire to impress was simply an act of respect for Alberon and all he'd done for her, and not to be alluring for one King of the Goblins. She also told herself that lying didn't make it true.
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Jareth had composed himself by the time he entered the dining hall for dinner. He'd already decided to implement his new resolve to restore Sarah's memories, however he wished to go about it slowly and delicately. He couldn't be sure she would ever remember, but he didn't want to accept that possibility. And, when she did, he wanted her to be able to look back and see him as he truly was, and not just as the imposing, child-stealing villain she must have thought him. So, he'd sent the granddaughter of one of her former friends, that small bog-protecting knight, to help her get ready for dinner. It was definitely a subtle hint, but he imagined the she-fox-terrier would eventually turn the conversation to her grandfather--although she'd already been forbidden from mentioning Sarah's journey outright, as had all his subjects--she was free to mention his escapades with the Labyrinth Champion and her motley crew. Yes, he felt quite satisfied with his first move, and strode purposefully into the dining hall to greet his guests.
Alberon and Theta were already in the chamber by the time he arrived and, since they were the High King and Queen, Jareth would relinquish his usual seat of honor at the head of the table. "Good evening," Jareth gave a half hearted smile to the couple as he crossed the room towards them. They both beamed back at him as he approached.
"Ah there you are, my boy! What kind of a place are you running, Jareth, I'm half starved and not even a glass of wine in my hand to take my mind off of it!" Alberon patted him warmly on the back, betraying his triviality. "Come, sit, talk a while! It has been some time since we've shared a meal."
They were using one of the smaller tables since there would only be four of them dining, but even the smallest table could still seat 20. Thus, Alberon and Theta sat a great distance apart at either end of the table, while Jareth would sit in the middle, where the width of the table was a mere few feet. Across from him would be Sarah.
No sooner had he thought her name did she appear behind him.
"Your Majesties," Jareth turned to see her in a deep curtsy, her deep auburn hair falling gracefully over her shoulder, laying silkily against the vibrant gown she wore which showed off the same shoulder's he'd almost become intimately acquainted with earlier. He idly wondered if she'd selected the dress for the color or the cut, for both suited her with equal allure. As she rose, her eyes met his and he noticed the slight coloring of her cheeks with a sense of satisfaction. He immediately knew he'd do just about anything to elicit that same pigmentation again.
"Ah Sarah, my dear, don't you look lovely!" Alberon walked across the room and took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm. "Come my dear and eat, they make excellent wild boar in the Goblin Kingdom, I do hope that it is on the menu tonight, Jareth knows it's my favorite!" He walked her over to her seat at the table, where Jareth cut in and pulled out her chair for her. Alberon seemed not to notice, but Sarah's eyes quickly turned to Jareth's, who quirked an eyebrow in response as she sat down. He pushed in her chair before making his way around the table to take is place across from her. He made sure the High Queen was seated before he too sat down.
He steepled his fingers before his mouth with his elbows placed on the table as he looked at his esteemed guest, tuning out the chatter of the other two people as the food was brought in. He had indeed ordered his cooks to make wild boar, hoping it would prove a distraction for the High King who would use it to both fill his belly and the conversation. ("Oh, Jareth, this is absolutely marvelous, my boy! Absolutely marvelous!")
Meanwhile, he simply watched Sarah as she calmly and almost nervously began to eat her food. She was glorious. The curve of her neck, the angle of her nose, the very light spattering of freckles along her cheeks that stood out when she blushed. He thought he could even smell the light floral, soapy smell he'd already memorized as hers. She did not meet his gaze, but he could tell she felt his eyes upon her. He was just beginning to consider pulling her away from dinner and transporting them to his chambers and taking her up in his embrace when his musings were interrupted.
"Come, eat up Jareth. Don't let a good dinner go to waste!" Alberon observed from his distance down the table. Jareth gave a half smile to himself, aware of both his responsibilities and his desires. He reluctant ended his vigil and shifted position to tuck into the plate in front of him. His thoughts were once again solely focused on the woman before him, however, when he realized the resistance his foot had met while he shifted his weight had been hers.
He quickly looked up, not daring to move, and saw that her eyes had strayed to a point about three inches away from his dinner plate, as close to his person as she dared look. He held his breath and expected her to pull her own foot away. She did not, however, and so he slowly began to eat his food while every one of his nerves seemed strained to pick up the slightest change of pressure or movement from the foot pressed so intimately against his. As Sarah also continued to delicately pick at her food, they remained in a stalemate; neither one making a move to increase the contact between them, yet at the same time, neither pulled away. They were each so absorbed by the strange feelings such a small amount of pressure could produce in themselves, that they each jumped and tucked their feet under their respective chairs when Alberon turned the conversation to them.
"So, Sarah, my dear, what do you think of the mighty Labyrinthine Kingdom?"
"Oh, it has been quite enjoyable, so far," Sarah met Jareth's eye for the briefest of moments, but her face betrayed nothing. "But I've seen so little of it so far, that I can hardly give it adequate praise." A tactfully posed and intriguing answer, Jareth thought.
"Well maybe you can go out and see the Goblin City tomorrow," Alberon suggested, "I know there are a number of unique little shops and sights to see. It is, after all, such an eclectic kingdom Jareth leads." Coming from anyone else, such a statement would seem derogatory, but Alberon meant it in all innocence.
"I would be happy to escort you through the city, Lady Sarah." Jareth offered, trying to sound haughty and not too eager.
"Thank you, your Majesty, it would be an honor." She met his eye again, this time holding it for a few heartbeats, trying, in vain, to quell her rising emotions of anticipation and panic.
"Yes, I think it would be good for you to get out and about. You've spent too much time up in a tour at the Grand Palace. It's time to see what the Underground has to offer!" Alberon laughed heartily and sipped his wine, hoping he wasn't betraying his true motives. Jareth, dear boy, I can read your face like an open book! He thought, smiling into his drink. He looked down the table to his lovely wife who gave him a knowing smile as the younger couple continued to feign indifference between them at the table. He quirked an eyebrow at her and took another swig of elfin wine before tucking back into his dinner. It really was a marvelous meal!
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