Tadzaa! Chapter 9!!! I finally got the thing finished! I'm truly, deeply sorry! Blame my homework! Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Labyrinth (aww :-( ) just my own characters (yay:-D)
Chapter 9: The Lord of sexy tights muses... .
"Don't think I'm going to step one foot in that possessed carriage of yours again!"
"Oh come now Sarah. Afraid?" Jareth teased as soon as they stepped out of the carriage.
"No! I wasn't scared, not even one second." Sarah replied haughtily.
"Yes, yes I believe you, come on Princess Xena… ." Jareth said absolutely not believing her.
"I wasn't! Really! I was NOT scared!"
"Of course you weren't, come along."
"Yes Your Majesty of Arrogance… ."
"Sarah… ." Jareth said in a warning tone while climbing up the stairs towards the opening of the castle.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming Lord-of-oh-so-sexy-tights." she muttered sarcastically but pissed…very pissed.
Inside the great ballroom Jareth's father, Nereida, Guinevere and Jareth's brothers were already enjoying the evening.
"Oh mother what if he's not coming with Lady Sarah?" Guinevere asked.
"Now Guinevere, together with Blanda, I've raised the stubborn chap so I know him very well. Besides, I know Blanda very well too. Trust me, they'll come." Nereida answered while moving her fan for some air.
"I still think this is a bad idea, Nereida." Jareth's father said.
Jareth's father was an impressive man because of his length and the way he was build.
"Oh Aelfric please! My idea's are ALWAYS good. How do you think I convinced my parents to get married to you?" Nereida grinned.
"By telling them that you were pregnant from Demetrius." Aelfric grinned too.
"Well, I gave birth to him just one month later than the actual month." Nereida couldn't hide her fun.
"You just got darn lucky you got pregnant that quick after we married." Aelfric commented dryly.
"Arghh! Mother! Father! I do NOT want to hear this!" Guinevere said with a disgusted look.
Both Nereida and Aelfric laughed.
"Presenting: His Royal Highness King Jareth , King of the Nymph's and the Goblins, Prince of the Elves and Lady Sarah Breanna Grace!"
"There they are." Nereida said.
In the meanwhile Sarah looked at Jareth. "They know my full name!? How the hell did they managed that!?"
"Sarah Breanna Grace, we are Fae. Is there a thing we CAN'T do?" Jareth responded smiling.
"If you are going to pester me with that name, you are going to attend this ball alone." Sarah promised him.
Jareth laughed cordially.
"Jareth! Sarah! Over here!"
"Ah Guinevere. At least someone I like." Sarah smiled sweetly.
"Arrogance doesn't suit you, sweetheart." Jareth grinned.
Before Sarah could reply Guinevere interfered.
"Oh Sarah you just HAVE to meet my brothers. Come on, we're all standing over there."
Guinevere dragged both of them to Jareth's brothers.
"Hey there little brother. How are things going?" Lysander, his second oldest brother asked.
"Just fine. How's the wife?" Jareth asked.
"Chatting with our sister-in-law." Lysander said grinning.
Jareth followed his gaze and saw Lysander's wife, Ella, talking to Sarah.
"She's NOT going to be my wife. What IS it with you people and marrying? You sound like Blanda."
"Ah, how's my old sweet nanny doing?" Lysander laughed.
"Still pretending she IS the nanny, although she's on retirement." Jareth said.
"Still bossy?"
"You bet."
"And you keep doing the things she wants?"
"Hm…hm… ."
"So…she still gets whatever she wants… ."
"Hell yes."
"Are you going to marry the human?"
"Yes."
"Good."
Lysander grinned at his brother.
"Eh… What!? No!! No, no, no, no! I said 'yes' automatically!" Jareth corrected himself.
"Whatever you say little brother, whatever you say." Lysander kept grinning while he walked towards the buffet.
Jareth sighed and looked at Sarah who was talking with a smile to his sister, sister-in-laws, and parents.
'She isn't that bad… .' Jareth mused.
'She was quite pretty, still a nasty tongue sometimes but I like a challenge… . But still. First I have to figure out if she's good news or bad news.' He thought.
"Come on Jareth! Let's dance!"
Guinevere pushed him towards Sarah and she herself took her father to dance.
"Still pouting?"
Jareth looked at Sarah sympathetic face while waltzing.
"I'm not pouting, why would I be pouting?"
"You're brother was teasing you with me." Sarah smiled.
"You heard that!?"
"I don't mind, my father teased me with every boy who would just look at me." Sarah told him.
"Yes, well, what my brother said is rubbish."
"Of course." Sarah said smiling.
"You're quite the dancer eh?" Jareth suddenly smiled.
"Oh, well, we've once danced before but you don't remember."
"Tell me about it."
"Well, we were at a ball,… ." Sarah began her story.
"Dear gods, what a party." Jareth sighed. "Are you okay?"
Sarah looked exhausted.
"Are these balls always so…tiring?"
"Yes, it gets worse if it's a wedding.
"Ain't we lucky… ." Sarah mumbled falling asleep in her chair.
Jareth smiled looking at the little sleeping figure in the chair.
He scooped her in his arms and said: "Alright, up to bed with you."
"I'm not very sleepy Jareth… ." Sarah mumbled.
"Of course you're not, dear." Jareth smiled while walking.
"You're sweet… ."
"And you drank too much." Jareth smiled again while laying her down on her bed.
He ordered a servant to take care of Sarah and disappeared to his own room.
"Maybe she wasn't bad news after all… just maybe… ."
Alright, Chapter 9 is finished! I'm glad I got the time since I'm buried with my homework. So I'm really sorry for updating that late but I never forget about you guys! Please leave a contribution in the little (review)box. Thank you señorita/señorito!