Jareth watched through the crystal as the dwarf comforted and consoled the girl. He grimaced and then shrugged his shoulders. "He can console her better than I can." Besides he had more pressing matters to consider. For one, the war with the Fire Devils outside the Labyrinth. Jareth had allowed the cousins of the Fire Devils, the Fireys to reside in his kingdom. Jareth had little warmth for the freakish primates, but his kingdom was one that consisted of renegades, the unwanted, essentially. Jareth knew all too well how it was to be unwanted and rejected. The firey's did have their use, they deflected visitors like Sarah from their goal. It was a good thing to have as many distractions as possible.
Jareth's thoughts wandered to the council. He pondered how long it would take to get Sarah settled in. He thought that if he could get her settled and calm, then maybe he could introduce the wedding and they could get on with it. And then he could formally introduce her to the council and his kingdom would be accepted. The council would support his decision to go to war with Fire Devils, and he'd have Sarah. "Sarah would be my wife" Jareth thought.
Sarah would be his wife, the mistress of his castle, the Queen of the Underground. She would be a lovely consort for him, attentive to his needs and wants, after some training of course. Jareth smiled ruefully, his cheek still stung. The girl had been in love with him after all, it shouldn't be that hard for her to submit to him. He had seen the hint of young love still fresh in her eyes, simply star struck. Such a pity.
Jareth hummed a little as walked to his quarters. He needed to freshen up and change his clothes. He was currently dressed in all black and this simply would not do. His mood had lightened considerably at the thought of Sarah becoming his wife. The thought of war with the Fire Devils was pushed to the back of his mind.
Jareth perused his wardrobe, searching for a certain shirt. He found it and handed it to the attendant goblin. His black shirt was taken from him and Jareth stood bare chested for a moment while another goblin flitted about with pins and a measuring tape. Finally the shirt was fitted and Jareth stood looking in the mirror at the vision of himself. The shirt was a resplendent white with a gold collar that stood up. His tights were grey and his boots were tall and acorn colored with a slight heel. He was stunning, and he knew it.
Jareth found Sarah in her room and Hoggle had gone. She was sitting on a chair by one of the open windows, sitting quietly while the breeze swayed the curtains back and forth. She didn't appear to notice him, but Jareth's boots clicked as they walked towards her chair. He laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Sarah" he said.
"Jareth" she replied.
Jareth was taken back a bit. He expected anger, denial, a few more punches perhaps. But here she was silent and still. This was not good.
