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The Goblin King of Rock 'n' Roll	By : Jetredgirl Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 3801 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This is what you might say is a preparatory chapter for the rest of the story. Let's call it "conversations of the reluctantly queenly persuasion." ;)
Sarah sat there on her newly created throne, unsure of what to do. What did she know about being a queen?
Sir Derryn bent down and spoke in her ear. "You should tell everyone to rise if you do not want to sit here all night."
Sarah gave him a grateful glance.
"Everybody, rise. Or please rise?" She announced loudly. She hoped it was loud enough.
All the creatures and immortals stood, and waited for her to speak again.
"Hey all! I mean thanks everyone. Umm..please just go about whatever you were doing." She was totally befuddled at how to do all of this. She was pretty sure it showed too. She really needed to bone up on queenly behavior.
Fortunately everyone seen to know what she meant for the time being. All that were gathered slowly dispersed, still casting glances her way, but continuing on.
She turned to look at Jareth's assistant. "Is there someplace I can rest? I'm so tired. I don't think there is much else I can do tonight anyway."
Sir Derryn bowed his head. "Of course. I will have a servant retrieve your bag from His Majesty's study and take it to the Queen's Chambers. Can you walk or shall I carry you?"
She snorted out a loud laugh then covered her face and turned red. "Thanks but I think I can manage, just stick close. I'll follow you." Sarah answered. Could she really order these people to carry her around?
She had a sudden picture of herself being carried on a lounge bed by large shirtless burly men like Cleopatra while being fed grapes and fanned with large feathered fans like in the movies. She laughed again to herself and rolled her eyes.
The two men gave her questioning stares. Sarah figured it would be too hard to explain so ignored them.
She was was relieved she would soon be able to sleep. Apparently she was getting a bit punchy.
She got up and followed Sir Derryn through the castle, with the healer close behind. Hoggle followed too, not because he could really do anything but he thought she might need moral support.
Sir Derryn stopped in front a pair of ornate doors. He opened the silver one, and gestured.
"What's in there?" Sarah asked and pointed to the gold door.
"His Majesty's chambers, My Lady."
Sarah gave him a confused look. "Oh. I thought we would be..you know." Sarah's face blushed red again.
The men looked at each other, lips twitching but they kept themselves from smiling.
"That is for you both to discuss at a later date, Your Majesty." Derryn said. "For now, I believe The Queen's chambers are better suited to you."
She nodded and went in, the men followed her.
The rooms were gorgeous. The was a sitting room, and beyond that a bedroom with a bathroom off to the side. All the rooms were in hues of soft greens, mauves, with a silver trim. The heavy wooden furniture was a series of blonde and light brown colors, polished to a high sheen.
"Wow. This is beautiful." Sarah said, marveling at the decor and how well made everything was.
"Elven wood makers, the best in all the underground, Lady Sarah. His Majesty had this decorated and furnished for you specifically." Weyliss answered.
She turned at looked at him. "He did this for me? Why?"
"You are The Goblin Queen, and his wife. Only The best would do, he said." was the reply.
Sarah felt herself choking up a little. How she wished he was here.
She could picture him, grinning and showing her around, proud he could lavish this upon her. Waiting for her to compliment his tastes, his efforts, for her to fawn all over it, and tell him how wonderful he was. The thought made her smile sadly to herself.
She shook her head thinking of how he would react, and how she wished he was here to be his conceited, arrogant, pompous glittery self. Because she would do all that, and would reward him greatly by throwing him on the bed stripping his clothes off and thanking him properly. Her heart ached.
Derryn, Weyliss and Hoggle watched her wander around, touching the furniture, smiling. After a few minutes she turned back to them. They could see unshed tears.
"Thank for everything, but I think I want to be alone now." She said softly. By then a goblin had brought her bag and set in inside the door.
They filed out of the room, and Derryn closed the door behind them.
As the 3 walked back through the castle, they were silent.
Sarah took off her clothes and put on her long t-shirt, and crawled into the huge soft bed.
She wanted to bathe, but was so tired she figured she might drown in the gigantic tub that she found in the bathroom. She was glad to see there were semi-modern fixtures, and did not dwell long as to how the plumbing worked. She just grateful to have it.
She laid there and fingered the necklace she now wore, thinking about all this day, night, whatever, had brought. She had only had a couple of hours sleep, and between fighting off an attacker, using magic, and being tortured into immortality by The Labyrinth, she really needed to rest. She still had yet to wrap her mind around the prospect of being immortal. The thought alone was pretty overwhelming.
Here in this place, his castle, it was hard not to think of him. Finally she got out of bed and wandered around some more.
She found a door in the sitting room, a gold one. She opened it and stuck her head in the rooms beyond.
It was a room of dark woods and velvets. Colors ranged from purples to blues and reds, some emerald green. Rich sumptuous fabrics and furniture. Jareth's rooms. She went in and through the doorway into his bedroom.
A great bed, carved out of a black wood, was the center point. Covered in rich purple bedding and silver furs. She sat on it, running her fingers over the softness.
She picked up an abandoned silky gray tunic laying there, and buried her face it it. It smelled like him. She rubbed her face on the fabric, longing for it's owner to suddenly appear and take her face into his hands and kiss her.
The tears came, she could not stop them. God how she loved him. How did this happen? How did a normal ordinary girl from Rhode Island get to this place?
She sat there a while longer, contemplating that very question.
After a bit she went back to her rooms, but took the silky shirt with her. she took off her shirt and pulled his over her head, his scent surrounding her.
She got back into bed, and quickly slept, dreaming he was there with her.
In her dreams his slender strong hands ran over her body. He whispered words of love and passion as their bodies came together again and again. She woke several times and had to calm herself before trying to sleep once more.
Sarah rose early the next day. At first she was unsure where she was, then the memories flooded her mind. She was in The Castle Beyond The Goblin City, somehow now queen of this place.
She had no idea how to be a queen. If Jareth was here, at least he could teach her what to do. Now it was basically trial and error. She suddenly felt sorry for everyone in the kingdom. She hoped they would be patient with her.
First things first. She needed a bath, and she needed to find some food.
She got up out of bed, and grabbed a few pieces of the candy she had brought but she knew she had to get some actual decent food before facing all the tasks she needed to get to this day. As she chewed she went and and pulled the curtains open.
Laid out before her, was the great maze. It was so beautiful here. She could see the greens of the forest, and the fairies flitting around. She say goblins going about their days, and she could smell the distinct odor of eggs cooking. Her stomach rumbled. The chocolate wasn't really helping.
She turned and went to the bathroom, making use of the facilities. Then got out her toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed her teeth. She figured out how the bathtub worked, it looked like it pipe in heated water from some sort of natural hot spring. She filled the tub and got in sighing with delight as the heated water soothed her aches and pains. She found a selection of soaps and shampoos. She opened and sniffed each one. Finding scents she liked she took one of the soft cotton cloths that laid nearby and made use of them.
Realizing she had too much to do to dawdle too long, she indulged just a few extra minutes, then got out and dried off.
She put on her other set of clean clothes, realizing she needed to get some more clothes or figure out how to wash some. Maybe Derryn could take her back to the above to get a few more clothes. She could tell what she wore was not usual fare here, but had nothing else. She could probably magic something up, but had no training. Ugh. She felt like she was just out there blowing in the wind, trying to figure out which way to go.
She had an idea. She went next door to Jareth's rooms and rummaged around in his closet. She found a jacket of deep purple leather. A waistcoat with tails and silver buttons. Nice. She put it on and looked in the mirror. A little big but not bad with her black t-shirt, jeans and boots. Alrighty then, she thought. Now she looked a bit more the part.
She went back to her rooms to do something with her hair.
There was a knock on the door as she was brushing it in the mirror.
"Enter!" She said as she pulled her hair back and put it in a ponytail.
Sir Derryn stepped in a bowed. "I was hoping you would be awake, My Lady. I came to tell you I need to go to the council hall to meet with His Majesty."
"Oh! Really? I guess I'd better not go, huh?" She said to him.
He nodded."It would be best if you stay here within the walls of the castle. They do not yet know you are alive, much less here and transformed. I am afraid I cannot even tell him of your presence here. The walls have ears in such a place."
Sarah's hopes dwindled. He couldn't even know she was here. She knew they were connected so she hoped he would know she was alive, at least. Just like she knew he was. She wondered what it would feel like, if he were no longer there. The idea made her want to scream.
She remembered that she still needed to take care of some things here anyway. "Where is the man who attacked me? And Roxanna?"
Derryn stood straight and tall answering her questions. "They are safely ensconced in the dungeons, Lady Sarah."
She nodded. "I need to take to Roxy...anna." She had to get used to that. "But first, where can I get some food?"
"At the dining hall. I will take you to Weyliss before I depart and he will escort you down." Derryn said as her offered his arm. He took her to the healer who showed her the way to the dining hall. She entered and everyone rose from their breakfasts.
"Please, keep eating." She said to them all. They did so, and a servant, a dwarf brought her a plate of food. Eggs, some sort of breakfast meat, fruits, bread. She ate it all, starved as she was.
She pushed back and stood, and every stood again. Sarah rolled her eyes. That was going to get old, fast.
"Okay, new rule. Please do not worry about standing when I stand in the dining hall, or come in, or leave. It's really not necessary. Everyone got that? Just going on with your meals."
All the creatures in the room openly stared at their queen. "Yeah, I said it. I'm not Jareth, okay?" She continued. They slowly sat down, talking among themselves about their odd new ruler from above.
Weyliss cleared his throat, getting her attention. "His Majesty won't like that."
Sarah laughed. "Well, I'm here, he's not, and the glittery bastard owes me big time."
Weyliss' mouth opened and closed a few times. Shocked at her language and the way she talked about his king.
"Anyway, I need to talk to Roxanna. Shall we?"
The healer nodded and led the way.

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Jareth woke in the infirmary. The healers checked him over and released him to go back to his rooms. Which had been cleaned and put to rights. His assistant was there waiting.
"How are you, Your Majesty?"
"Ah..Sir Derryn. I shall regale with a wonderful tale." He said in an ironic tone. He told him of his conversation with Lord Brayson, and the inexplicable episode of pain he had been subjected to the night before.
"I will check on Sarah, if you like, Your Majesty. The dwarf spoke to her yesterday, and she was fine." Derryn answered. Not exactly a lie, but not the truth either. Lying to his king was against everything he believed in and was trained for but if anyone at the court even suspected Sarah was underground their plans could be foiled.
Jareth lounged in a chair, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. "I know she lives, I just think Brayson will try to do something soon. Have the dwarf check in on her frequently. Several times a day, and if anything happens he is to call you." He had a blinding headache. "I will be glad when this is over, one way or another."
"One more day, My Lord. Then you can come home to your..subjects." He almost slipped.
"Either that or go back above. Of course if Brayson has his way, my head will be mounted on his wall, won't it?"
Derryn's mouth twitched. "I don't think it will come to that, Your Majesty. I cannot see the council ordering your execution."
Jareth was too tired to argue. This whole situation was wearing him down.
"Is everything prepared for tomorrow? You will be here?" He asked his assistant, trying to change the subject.
"Yes, Sire. We will all be here to bear witness and support our king."
Jareth just sat there, his thoughts drifting in her direction. How he wished...no. He would not go there now.
"Fine, you are dismissed. I will see you, all of you, tomorrow afternoon."
Derryn bowed low and left.
One more day.. Jareth thought. One more day and this would be done, either way.

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Weyliss led the way to the room Roxanna occupied. He opened the door and followed his queen inside.
Roxanna looked up from her breakfast, and was genuinely shocked to see Sarah there.
She stood quickly.
"Sarah! Thank goodness you are alive! I was so worried someone might.." She didn't get a chance to finish.
"They tried." Sarah said, interrupting the blonde. "They failed, obviously."
Roxy saw the symbol of Sarah's new station laying on her chest and reddened. Then bowed. "I'm sorry I didn't..Your Majesty."
Sarah sighed. She supposed she had to get used to it, but still.
"Don't worry about it Roxy. Look I need to know what you know. Everything. What happened, why you did what you did, why this Brayson guy is going after Jareth, and me."
Roxy gestured for her to take her chair.
Sarah refused. "No..finish your food. I'll just sit on the bed. Let's just try to pretend we are above, okay? I'm not good at this whole queen thing yet."
"Alright, if that's what you want me to do. I guess I owe you." Roxy said, smirking.
So Sarah sat and listened while Roxy told her what happened, everything she told Jareth. Roxy saw the compassion in the other woman's eyes when she she spoke of her husband, her daughter, what Brayson put her through. She apologized profusely for the incident in Jareth's hotel room, making sure Sarah knew that Jareth did not have sex with..had never had sex with her.
"Thank you. I already realized that. I am sorry I attacked you." Sarah said when when Roxy was finished talking. "Are you prepared to go to this council place and say all this?"
Roxy gave her a fervent nod. "Yes. I already promised Jareth I would. He agreed to protect Violet and her family from Brayson and his nephew, no matter what he chooses to punish me with. He said he did not plan to execute me but I cannot blame him if he does."
Sarah stood. "Don't worry about that Roxy. As far as I'm concerned you aren't in any danger. I guess as recently named queen here it's up to me to give the same promise. I don't know what is going to happen tomorrow but I will stand my Jareth's promise too. You will be heavily guarded."
"Thanks Sarah." Roxy stood, and stuck out her hand. Sarah took it.
Well, now I have to go talk to my would be killer, I suppose." Sarah sighed. She wasn't too afraid. She knew he was well restrained but there was a certain amount of trepidation in her about it.
"Be careful Sarah." Roxy warned her. "I heard talk he is of the Order. They are not to be trusted or trifled with. Even in chains they are dangerous."
Sarah nodded her thanks and left the blond to finish her meal.
She followed Weyliss down the hall to the other end where there were to extremely large beasts guarding a thick stone door.
Sarah looked at the healer questioningly.
"Ogres, Your Majesty. No better guards for one such as him. They could rip his head from his neck before he could take a full step towards you. These are Jareth's most loyal of the Ogre ranks. Brok, and Jorf. They also need little sleep therefore are perfect for around the clock guard assignments."
Sarah smiled and bowed her head. "Nice to meet you both."
The two Ogres bowed in return, saying in unison "Your Majesty." In deep gravelly voices. Each of them had a wicked looking axe firmly in one hand. She would hate to have these guys as her enemies, Sarah mused.
Both ogres moved to the same side, so that when the door was swung outward they would step in ahead of Sarah. That way if the prisoner made a move they would directly in the path of an attack.
They opened the door and stepped in.
Sarah had no idea how the man could make a move. He was chained to the far wall with only a few feet of chain between himself and the wall. He probably could not take more that 3 steps out from it before being pulled back but it was enough for him to sit on the cold ground if he wanted.
He had been stripped of all but his black pants. He was well muscled and covered with markings, scars and tattoos. Most prominently a huge black bird within a circle that looked almost burned into his skin across his chest. He had long black hair and black eyes. Sarah noted he would in her world be considered quite attractive.
Too bad he got into such a horrible line of work and Sarah doubted Jareth would let him live very much longer than it took for him to arrive back at the castle. She had a feeling his first order of business was this man's horrible end. Even though he had tried to kill her she could not help but feel a twinge of sympathy.
She stepped as close to him as she dared, and he stood and faced her. There was little emotion in his eyes as he watched her.
He grinned and she noticed his teeth were filed to sharp points, much sharper than any other immortals' she had seen. His rather feral look disturbed her.
"You realize, your life is over." She said flatly.
He nodded. "It is what I expect. Yes. I accept my end if that is what you are asking. I will not beg if that is what you want." His voice was deep but really quite pleasantly so.
"What is The Order of The Raven? I'm new here. Can you fill me in?" Sarah enquired of the man.
He laughed. "They did not tell you? We are...what you of the above would term as, mercenaries. We work for who pays us the best."
Sarah eyed him. She heard the guards step to either side of her and Weyliss right behind watching the man closely from over her shoulder. Sarah did not see but he had drawn his sword and was ready just in case. The man saw, his eyes flicking down and back up to Sarah's.
"Who paid you to kill me?" Sarah asked him.
"Lord Brayson." He answered without hesitation.
A slow smile crossed her face. "Isn't it illegal to assassinate a King and or Queen here?"
The man nodded. "We do not deal in assassinations of monarchs. Such acts bring too much unwanted attention. We were told you were human. A human with memories of this realm. It is perfectly legal to hire another immortal to take care of such an issue."
Sarah's eyes grew cold and angry. "Well, let me tell you something. It *may* be perfectly legal here but in my world, murder is murder. How many humans have you killed in the above?"
The would be assassin looked down."I am young in my clan. I have not killed any humans. This was my first aboveground assignment. But of my people many hundreds. Over time, thousands. If it would have been one of my brothers to seek you out you may not have survived to easily."
Sarah felt sick. She wondered how many unsolved murders were caused by these people.
She took another step towards the man. She could now she he was the equivalent to a human of probably college age. So young.
"Then where are all the scars from? You looked like you have been in a lot of combat."
"Training, My Lady." He admitted. "Training is quite harsh. Only the strongest survive."
Sarah was curious to know more of this, but refrained for the time being. "You gave up Brayson quite readily? No loyalty to your employers?"
He grinned again. "We are not paid to keep secrets. There would have been no need. Since killing you would not have been a crime here, to our knowledge. We were not told you were no longer human and in fact were a sitting queen."
Well not exactly. Sarah realized with only herself, Jareth, Derryn, Weyliss, Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and the Labyrinth itself aware she had only transformed fully and claimed her throne AFTER she came here, there was a decent chance she could help Jareth.
"What is your name?" She asked the young man.
He hesitated. "I am not supposed to speak it to non clan members or I will never be able to return. I will be ostracized and stripped of my place in The Order."
"I will remind you, you tried to kill me." Sarah said. "Jareth will not allow to live. But maybe I can do something for you. How do you feel about humans, personally?"
"I...do not know, Lady Queen. I have never known humans but my mother was a human who died in childbirth. I will say I have always been curious about the human world and have no preconceived thoughts of their natures. I only know what I am told."
"Your mother was human? How did that happen?" Sarah had to know.
"Her name was Ailidh. She stumbled upon the underground as a child and was captured and sold into slavery. My father bought her and when she was of age, mated with her. He does not speak of it often. He was rather fond of her and it pains him. She bore him 4 other sons before she died birthing me. I am told I resemble her. As my father and brothers are fair, I assume that is true."
"I have an idea. All I ask is that you trust me to try and make it happen." She laid out her plan to the young man. He was surprised, then intrigued. His eyes got wide as she spoke. She asked him again for his name.
He thought about it, then answered her carefully. "My name I will not give to you now, but if I am needed to speak before the court, I will give it, My Lady. You give me your word? As a Queen?"
She gave him a small smile to try and reassure him she was being truthful. "Yes. I will have to convince my husband to do it. It will be a hard sell but I have a great deal of pull where he is concerned. Plus like I keep saying, he owes me for the crap he has put me through."
"I do not know what to say, Your Majesty. You are a fine queen. My people do not like royalty as a rule. You are different. I hope your plan works." The young man said.
Sarah gave him grateful look.. "Thanks. I guess I better learn to be good at it."
She stepped back and the Ogres stepped in front of her so she could turn and walk out.
Once she was back in the hallway Weyliss came up beside her. "Do you this His Majesty will really agree? He does not deal with The Order, My Lady. He has slain several in his life for perpetrating crimes against humans. He calls them abominable people whom have no conscience. When he finds out he will be furious to say the least." The healer whispered in her ear.
She stopped and looked a the man. "I really don't give a fuck what he is going to be mad about. I am trying to save his ass. At least he will be here to mad in the first place. Jareth and I are supposedly equals here right?"
"Well, yes, but in most cases, The Queen leaves such things to the will of her King." Weyliss said.
Sarah laughed and shook her head. "Weyliss, it's a whole new world..or kingdom. At least here. Look this was Jareth's idea, and The Labyrinth's I guess. Not mine. So guess what? You all are going to have to get used to that. I'm not a shy violet or going to sit around bowing and scraping to anyone, ever. I will do what I think it the best thing to do, to do what needs to be done. The guy tried to kill ME..so guess what I get to say what happens to him. If I'm okay with it, everyone can suck it up and deal."
She turned and continued down the hall and up the stairs to the main part of the castle. A dumbfounded Weyliss trailing her.
Sir Derryn had returned by the time she got back to Jareth's study. He told her of Jareth's condition and what had happened the day before.
"The healers found nothing wrong, Your Majesty, I hope it's nothing serious." He was saying as she sat there listening to his report.
Hoggle had joined them by that time and was standing at Sarah's side.
"You knows what happened right Sarah?" He said.
Sarah shook her head as she drank a sip of the tea Weyliss had brought her. She thought maybe the underground food was not agreeable to her body yet.
"No..why do you?" She asked her friend.
"You two is mate bonded now. He was feelin' what you was feelin' when you was changin I'd bet." He said, waggling his finger.
"I had no idea...so if someone does something to him, I'd probably feel that?" She asked, sounding surprised.
"Yep you would, unless you block it with magic. So let's hope that don't happen. Execution of an immortal ain't pretty, and I'd imagine it's mighty painful." he told her.
Sarah felt he stomach lurch at the thought. She can't let that happen. No matter what he had done. She loved him. She accepted that she did. Even if...well, she didn't know what exactly the future held, but He WAS her husband. She supposed they would work things out over time.
Sarah stopped and replayed that in her head. She realized she was finally calling him her husband. The thought made her heart clench again. He WAS her husband, and she DID love him. Damn it.
Sir Derryn spoke then. " My Lady, His Majesty has a witness he would like me to fetch from the above. Would you like to accompany me?"
She jumped up at his words. "Yes! Definitely? Who is it?"
He smiled. "I will tell you when we get there."
They appeared above an hour later, glamoured and dressed in standard human clothing. Sarah remarked Sir Derryn looked good in jeans, he blushed.
"Thank you My..Sarah." He said looking around to get his bearings.
She laughed. "Well I'm not your Sarah, exactly, but okay." She winked at him. She liked Derryn. He told her he was Jareth's cousin, and she asked him if he was the cousin that had gotten into so much trouble with Jareth when they were children. He had blushed then too as he confirmed her suspicions.
The two had arrived at a small secluded park on a residential street in suburban New Jersey. Checking the paper with the address on it they found the right house and Sarah knocked on the door.
It took a couple of minutes but finally the door opened.
"Sarah!" Hazel exclaimed. She drew her in for a tight hug.
"How are you, girl! I've been thinking about you! How is Jareth? Have you seen him?"
"I'm okay. Jareth is..can we come in? I would like to talk about this in private." Sarah said as looked around to see if anyone was close by.
Hazel waved her arm and opened the door further, letting the two in.
She told them to sit and offered them refreshments, stating Stan was on tour again but she had chosen to remain home.
Derryn refused politely, but Sarah asked for a cup of coffee. It had been too long without caffeine and she had been craving it. The underground didn't exactly have a coffee shop on every corner.
Hazel brought her a big mug of coffee which she sipped in extreme pleasure.
"So.. what is up with Jareth?" Hazel asked after she had sat down.
"He is in trouble, Hazel. We came her to ask if you would help us." Sarah asked.
"Go underground you mean?" Hazel answered. "Well now, that would surely be an adventure wouldn't it?"
Sarah nodded. "I hate to ask you because it's not exactly danger free for you. You will be a human in a world that isn't kind to them for the most part to say the least. But you will be under the protection of The Goblin Kingdom. We will draw up papers and make it formal. Still, this Brayson guy, he may not be too happy you are there and that you know of the existence of the underground. We might have to wipe your memory of coming at all afterwards, as a compromise."
Hazel drank her coffee and thought. "Of course I'm coming. Jareth he was really good to me and mine. You should see the trust he left us. Stan don't ever have to work again, nor our kids, and probably our grandkids when they come along. He did that for everyone."
Sarah smiled. These little glimpses and insights in to Jareth's character, his heart, weakened her anger little by little.
"When do we go?" Hazel asked her, making her come out her thoughts and back to the present.
Sir Derryn answered instead. "Tomorrow morning Lady Hazel. You have the eternal gratitude of The Goblin Kingdom for your assistance."
Hazel winked at him. "Not a problem, handsome. You immortals sure are a good looking lot aren't you? If I was 25 years younger." She grinned as Derryn blushed again.
Sarah laughed. She had missed Hazel.
"And you Sarah, just look at you. Becoming one of them agrees with you. You are gorgeous girl! Glowing even!"
Now it was Sarah's turn to blush. "Thanks, I'm trying to get used to things."
They talked a few minutes more of the next day's plans, then Sarah and Derryn left.
They went back to the secluded spot in the park and disappeared back to the castle to solidify their plans and get everything prepared to go and face the council the next day.
Sarah just hoped she had covered all the bases, and by tomorrow evening Jareth would be safely back in his kingdom.
If not, she honestly did not know what she would do without him.
The thought completely terrified her.
And another one down! For those clamouring for some S&J, they finally meet again face to face next chapter. No lemons until she gets him out of the predicament he is in, but after that..well you know. He owes her some serious gratitude if you know what I mean wink wink nudge nudge.
What did you all think of my man in black? Yes he has a name, you will all know it before this story is done. I first wrote him to be a "serve the purpose and done" character, but I became rather fond of him as his story developed in my head. He is kind of cross(in my head) visually between The Crow, and(a young)Ardeth Bay.
Thanks for reading! Blessings!!
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