It was more than just a room. It was huge, shaped like a semi-circle, almost as large as the throne room, with sloping ceilings with wooden beams across and a huge window on the sloping part so you could see the stars twinkling down at you at night. The floor was also bare stone, but it had a sweet woven rug thrown across it that was soft underneath Sarah's toes. The bed was a large four-poster, with white lace curtains framing it elegantly. The covers and pillows looked incredibly soft and inviting, and Sarah swore to try them out as soon as she had finished looking around. Many bookcases filled the walls, books stacked all over them. They all had strange, alluring titles like "Guide to controlling weather" and "Magic: beginners", but the shelf Sarah was most drawn to was one that was brimming with books about fairy tales and myths. Across from the bed were two more doors. One was a small, neat bathroom. The bath was round, with seven different taps of different colours, which were the only things that weren't different shades of blue and turquoise. There was a small mirror above the sink, Sarah quickly used it to flatten her hair down. She hoped Jareth hadn't noticed how messy it was.
The other door was a wardrobe, spilling with beautiful gowns and dresses. Sarah suddenly went bright red, remembering she was wearing nothing but a shirt, since that was all she wore to bed. Silently thanking Jareth, she gratefully picked out a simple green that came just above the knee, and found a dresser contained underwear and shoes. She pulled on the dress and clean undergarments, deciding to stay barefoot for now. A concealed chute was discreetly labelled "washing" which Sarah thought was handy, yet she couldn't imagine Jareth separating the whites from the colours. She guessed he had the goblins do it, they seemed eager to do anything at his beck and call.
Just as Sarah was about to settle down for a rest, there was a knock at the door. It was Mofrog again, panting and sweating buckets.
"King Jareth athkth you to join him for dinner, he thaid to dreth nithe" he wheezed, a little dribble tricking from his mouth. Sarah felt sorry for him, having to tear up and down all those staircases, running around for Jareth. "He thaid he'll come and collect you to take you to the dining hall" Sarah thanked him and closed the door.
Crap. Her mind filled with panic. What should I wear? What would Jareth like? No, I don't care what he thinks...
Not pausing to think, Sarah ripped open the wardrobe and rifled through it. She found a floor length, dark blue dress with long, flowing sleeves. It was lovely, it looked like the night sky just after the sun had set, and as the skirt moved it looked like millions of stars where glittering in the light. She yanked it on, and pulled on some black heels, after remembering how tall Jareth was compared to her. Not that it mattered. Or that she cared, or anything.
She found some make up in a drawer and subconsciously patted a little on, just enough to make her skin look nice and make her eyelashes seem long and alluring.
"Why am I bothering?" she muttered to herself as she brushed her hair, trying to make it wavy. "It's only him." A bubbly feeling of excitement began to course through her veins, and a broad grin spread across her lips. She kicked her legs to let out some extra energy and tried to calm down, in an effort to rid her cheeks of the redness they had once again acquired.
A brisk knock at the door caused Sarah to jump, and her heart to stop. I hope he thinks I look okay, she thought, biting her lip. She hesitantly opened the door, and her eyes widened.
Jareth had obviously made an effort. His usually messy hair was put back in a low pony tail, a few strands falling loosely over his mismatched eyes, that gleamed with mischief. He was wearing a dark blue shirt with lace around the collar, with tight black trousers and grey lace up shoes. He smelled of peaches and cream, a smell that drew Sarah in against her will.
Jareth also thought Sarah looked lovely. He took in her chocolate hair, loosely waved past her shoulders to below her chest. His eyes skimmed over her emerald eyes and rosy cheeks, down her slim figure, wrapped in navy.
Absolutely beautiful. He shook himself out of his slight trance, and offered Sarah a white rose. She giggled quietly as he placed it in her hair. Please, let her fall for me soon.