Just a Proposal
"Once again, I say… Fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave." The words rang clearly through the small room, and Sarah looked thoughtfully at the Goblin King before her.
"I don't fear you, I won't do what you tell me, and I don't need a slave. The one part's okay, but you're missing something."
"Love me and I will love you? That doesn't sound nearly as romantic nor dignified," Jareth protested.
"Is it true?" Sarah asked.
"Yes." The admission was said in the same voice his proposal had been made, clear and decided and not at all hesitant.
"Then I just need to speak with my boss about getting some time off."
"You need to speak to your boss about quitting. Being a Queen is a full time job."
"I know that, silly. I am the Dragon Empress' scribe, remember? Which means that I really need to give her my two weeks' notice and train someone else. I can't just rush off willy-nilly. It doesn't work like that, wouldn't you know it."
Jareth gave her a dry look. "It would if you had accepted the first time."
Sarah snickered. "If I had accepted the first time, we would have killed each other by now. Come visit again tomorrow, I'll tell you how Aethelinda responds then. Alright?"
"Just ask her now," Jareth grumbled, but he bowed to the mortal and said his farewells, promising to return on the morrow.
It felt like a century, but he waited three hours the next day to finally ask Sarah what the Empress had said about their up-coming union.
"She said it's about time we got off our asses and got married, and that we spent two centuries too long dancing around one another getting to this point," Sarah told him with a grin. Jareth looked confused.
"But we've been courting for two and a half," he said uncertainly. Sarah rolled her eyes and her smile widened.
"That's her point."
Oro: Because I have a severe case of Writer's Block and a major case of Real Life, I cannot get Thy Bog Overfloweth going right now. It's very annoying, and I wrote this instead because this was what came out. Random and disturbingly like fluff. Hellfire.
Quill: What she means to say is she doesn't own Labyrinth and is merely toying with its characters.