He hadn't given her all of the information she needed to make a proper decision. She wasn't aware of the implications and complications staying with him would incur, but she wanted to be with him. For that he would fight all hell to ensure that she would.
He looked at her green eyes, filled with anxiety at their quick departure from the castle. The only travel that she had experienced between worlds was from hers to the Underground. She looked as this trip had taken its toll on her. He clasped her hand and pulled her close to him.
"Don't worry Sarah," he kissed her forehead lightly. "Everything will be fine." She gripped his arm tighter and looked around at the foreign land. Stone encumbemts surrounding the harsh landscape, the surrounding walls reminiscent of a medievil castle. Everything here looked unfriendly and the sharpness of the walls made her fear touching them. The castle reminded her of something out of a history book. There were even arrow slits in the walls. It seemed this place had seen its fair share of war. None of the pretty landscape she had been enjoying in Jareth's world existed here. She missed it already.
It scared her to think what had driven Jareth to bring her to a place like this. She had only asked what she should bring with her. He had been so short with her in that, she hadn't bothered to further question him about where they were going or why. Sarah hoped that this was all an overreaction, that after mere minutes would pass and Jareth would see that this was unnecessary. Take her back to the Labyrinth, she hoped. As unlikely as it seemed.
A short, squat man wearing full battle armor, completing the medievil appearance, came out to meet them. "Jareth," he spoke through a huge beard and mustache. "My friend. What brings you so far from home?"
"Riordan, I bring my Lady Sarah to meet you." Jareth said as if this were as normal as stating the time of day. Sarah stepped forward and bowed slightly.
Riordan looked from the pretty girl with striking green eyes and back to his old friend's silently pleading eyes. There had to be trouble coming close behind. He stepped forward and took her hand. "Come m'lady let me show you around my humble castle." She smiled at his kind face and the light touch of his hand. Riordan heard Jareth's breath of relief and wondered what catastrophe had brought them to his door.
With Sarah tucked safely into a chair with a large book in her lap Jareth began to tell Riordan what had happened with Isian, how he had decided he coveted Jareth's love, wanted her for himself. Riordan knew the Fae council and he knew what was done with human women by them. The girl with him would never last the abuse bestowed upon her by them. Her soft bones would surely crack like brittle stick from their use. He looked at how soft she was and knew that Jareth would rather her die at his hands than allow her to be tortured by theirs.
"You think you can stop them, Jareth," he lightly mocked his old friend, knowing his use of trickery and how he had long agao freed the council from their enslavement.
"I'm not sure," Jareth drawled the sentence out, looked in Riordan eyes. "How long has it been since you've had a good row?"
Riordan let out a loud racious roar of laughter, "Good man. A fight it will be then."
Jareth looked over at Sarah by the fire, the book almost as big as she was. Her eyes met his, "Yes, Riordan," he stated darkly. "A fight."