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Just A Dance	By : ArkaadV Category: G through L > Labyrinth Views: 1258 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“Yes, yes, yes…do whatever you need to.” Jerath replied with a swatting motion of his hand as though the requests and grievances of those in front of him were flies to be shooed away. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he leaned his head back and tried for a more comfortable position on his throne before finally giving in to the indolent sprawl that he found most relaxing. Some days it just didn’t pay to be a monarch especially when it seemed as though your subjects only had one goal in their lives and it was to drive you completely insane with their inane drabble.
He released an exasperated sigh and granted the next in line a baleful glare.
“Sod off….I’ve heard enough….no more audiences.” Raising his voice enough to be heard over the constant background noise of his throne room that consisted of petty squabbling, grunting and various bodily functions, the king declared. “The next one of you lot to come whining will be granted a permanent vacation…..” conversation ceased and ears pricked up hopefully, “….to The Bog. Now leave me….I’m tired of you.”
Jareth sighed at the silence that descended after the clamor of frightened scurrying and grousing that followed his decree. He spared a glance at the clock across the room. Just a few more hours and maybe he could enjoy more….genteel company….cleaner company….taller company. Always looking down on those that served him did have its disadvantages at times; his sore neck muscles were proof.
And he wanted to dance again.
He always did love to dance; the feel of a feminine waist beneath his fingers and her hand in his grasp as he guided her through the steps with his touch. Then there was the thrill of seduction in the middle of a crowd. It was rather exciting to watch the reactions a look or words could elicit and how his partner fought to hide them. He reflected on a few particularly memorable liaisons in darkened corridors and nighttime gardens that were the result of his considerable talent of persuasion.
His mood lightened, Jareth quit his throne and with a spring in his step went to dress for the evening’s festivities.

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Her initial shock at the arrival of her friend Beatrice in a town car was but a distant memory to Constance as the two women chatted and laughed while the scenery passed silently by. The driver, Danny, had taken a little bit to loosen up but once infected with the jovial spirit of the two women he had become rather talkative about the history of certain residences and landmarks along the way. The hour and a half on the road passed quickly so as the car came to a stop in front of the large house both women were pleasantly surprised.
Constance was overwhelmed by the grandeur of the home before her and the manicured grounds that surrounded it. She had never been to a residence of this caliber before and was half tempted to curtsy when the older woman that was obviously the head of the house came sweeping out the front door and down the steps to greet them. Her awkwardness persisted as Beatrice and her great aunt exchanged hugs and kisses; as usual her mind began to wonder off with her to avoid the stressful situation entirely.
“Connie? Hello?”
Constance came back to herself as Beatrice snapped her fingers in front of her nose.
“Wha…? Oh, sorry, just kinda zoned out for a minute.” Constance replied sheepishly as she blushed furiously.
“It’s ok, dear; I’m Margret, Beatrice’s great aunt. She told me quite a bit about you.”
‘What did you tell her?’ she mouthed while looking at Bea over Margret’s shoulder as she hugged Constance like a long lost family member. Bea just shrugged with feigned innocence and tried to suppress her mischievous grin.
“Come in. Come in. We’ve got so much to do.” Margret said as she guided both women up the sweeping front steps, under the decorated portico and through the etched glass of the double front doors into the large foyer bustling with activity. “Mind the staff, my dears….so much left to do before tonight. Yes, I admit, I’m a last minute kind of gal.”
Constance turned a slow circle in amazement at all that surrounded her.
“This is incredible! I just….It’s so….Just WOW!”
Margret and her great niece laughed.
“Connie, you’re eyes are the size of saucers!”
Constance looked at her friend with narrowed eyes and thin lips before dissolving into laughter along with the other two women.
“What?! I can’t help it!” Constance threw her arms wide and spun around one time. “I’ve never been anywhere like this before unless you count a hotel lobby and then it was just to ask directions. This place is gorgeous!”
“Beatrice, mind your manners….don’t make fun of our guest. Come now, ladies, let me show you to your rooms.”
Without another word the lady of the house lead the way up one of the curving staircases to the second floor. After a short introduction to some of the staff and brief tour of the rooms that were for her use, Constance was finally alone. With a sigh she sank into one of the antique arm chairs and stared at the empty fireplace then at the crown molding that decorated the ten foot ceiling. She tried to digest all that had happened in just two short days but was still amazed at it all. Looking over her shoulder, she glanced to the large feather bed and its lace curtains and canopy. It beckoned to her and with a smile she stood, sprinted the short distance then pounced to land in the middle of fluffy pillows and a down comforter.
A girl could definitely get used to this. Surely a short nap won’t hurt. She thought with a smile just before her eyes slid close and she drifted into sleep.

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With a sound of disgust, Jareth tossed another coat over his shoulder and began rifling through the rows of clothing again.
“How is it that I have enough clothing for an army but nothing that I can bear the thought of wearing? Can you explain that to me, Hog’s Head?”
Watching his king quit one side of the massive closet to stalk across to the other then commence destroying the order of clothing there as well, Hoggle commented under his breath, “It’s Hoggle….not my fault you’re a clothes horse.”
“Mind your manners, Higgle.”
Hoggle jumped as the voice spoke into his ear.
With his mouth twisted into a scowl, Jareth circled around his subject then returned to his search for suitable attire. The dwarf was being of no help what so ever then again that was no surprise to the frustrated regent.
Black….toss.
Sapphire….toss.
Charcoal….toss.
Russet….toss.
Midnight….toss.
Giving up his quest, Jareth left the closet for his bedroom and as he passed a pile of rejected clothing a muffled voice spoke. Exasperated, Jareth gave a sweep of his hand and sent the clothing flying across the room to reveal a startled Hoggle.
“If the next words out of your mouth are to criticize the size of my wardrobe or are in no way, shape or form helpful….so help me, Hoggle….it won’t be pleasant.”
The Goblin King turned on his heel then collapsed backward upon his bed, threw an arm across his eyes and sighed.
“You could always make something new.”
He turned his head and peered from under his arm as Hoggle approached the bed. “You can do that, can’t you? I mean….” The dwarf looked away while wringing his hands under his king’s scrutiny.
“What did you say, Hog’s wart?” Sitting up, Jareth asked with interest.
“You could make something new?”
“My gods” Jareth took hold of Hoggle by the shoulders. “That’s quite possibly the only intelligent thing I’ve ever heard you say.”
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