The Unknown Gypsy
Chapter 12
Plans and Dances
Besnik smiled as he looked in the mirror. All the bruises were gone and the cuts had almost faded to down to scars. That weird man who had taken him from his wagon had said they were fade to nothing by morning. He would soon be back to his handsome self in no time and then could go see Sarah. That man was going all out for him to win Sarah.
After explaining that he was there to help him win Sarah's love, he had healed him and gave him some nicer clothes. He knew that he had done something to the cottage where he had let him. The place had been empty for years, but the place didn't even look it. Hell, it didn't even look like a cottage. The place was like a King's bedchamber. The fourposter bed made of dark polished wood, the lush full carpet, and a cheerful blazing fire in the enormous grate.
It just reminded him all what that damn Monarch had to offer Sarah. He could give her jewels and gems brighter then the stars themselves. He would be able to make her a queen, placing a crown of glory on her head. How was a little nobody gypsy boy to stand up to that? That mystery man had said not to worry, he would have things that not even the Great Prince of the Underground could never dream of offering her.
Besnik wanted to believe him, but how was he? He had refused to tell him who he was or how he was going to help him. He wanted Sarah, but not at the cost of her feelings. He would never hurt her. If she choose the Monarch over him, then he would leave her alone. He had a feeling this man wouldn't allow that to happen. He wanted him to be with Sarah. Why? He had no clue, but he would not force her.
He would just have to tell that man that he didn't want his help and leave. He would offer what he had earned and if she still choose the monarch, then she made the choice on her own free will. He sighed and moved towards the bed. He needed to rest and think about it all with a clear mind.
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Jareth wasn't happy and he knew the guards knew it. They scurried to open the front doors to his parents' castle, getting out of his way as fast as they could. He ignored them, marching past them and down the hall, Mika following right behind him. She had met him at the gate, smiling. The smile had told him that she had met Sarah face to face finally and approved of her.
But his mind was set on one thing and that was to find Sarah. He had listened to Madeline and Marc after returning to the camp. They had said they needed to talk to him. First they had told him about Besnik vanishing from his wagon. They had search parties out looking for him, but there was still no sign on him.
Then they told him about a man, one of the three Fates. He knew they would show themselves was rare, but not not unheard of. It was when they told him warning them about the challenge the other two had set for each other, involving Sarah as the prize. He had wanted to face them down again. They had no right to meddle in the lives of humans.
But Marc had explained that the two were not to touch to her, they had chosen to only work with him and Besnik. The third had taken it upon himself to protect Sarah, knowing neither would play by the rules. He wanted to make sure their little game wouldn't harm Sarah in anyway. The fact that this Fate wanted to help Sarah wasn't the point of his anger. And it wasn't the fact that he had told Madeline and Marc to get her away from the Labyrinth and soon.
It was who they had called to get her away. Why did they have to call his father? They could have called his brother, but his father? What his father was asking her or tell her wasn't something he had wanted to think about. Not to mention his mother...Oh god his mother!
Mika had told him that she had left them to join him as they were leading her to the sitting room where his mother could be found most days. He was about to walk past the grand stairs when a feeling gripped him like a hand around his heart. He looked to Mika to find her frozen in the door way looking up to the second floor. He didn't give it a second thought as he took off taking the stairs three at a time.
His long legs carried him down the hall to where his old rooms were. He strolled past his door following the magical pull to the chambers next door. He stopped at the door, took a deep breath before pushing them open. He found his father standing by the fireplace, turning to face him at the sound of the door opening. He ignored him making his way across the room to the bedchamber door.
Inside, his mother was sitting on the edge of the bed tending to an unconscious Sarah. He rushed forward, the queen moving aside to allow him to take her place beside her. He took her hand into his. "What happen?"
"She just fainted, Jareth. Nothing to worry about. We over did it on information, that's all." It was his father who answered.
"Yes, poor girl. Too much to handle with everything else that is going on." His mother added.
"What information have you gave her?"
"We were just explaining about Mika." She waved her hand in the air.
He should have known. They would have told her about the connection between him and her. Sarah would know about the time his anger had almost sent the dwarf kingdom in to extinction. She would have many questions for him about it when she came around. His parents involvement and meddling were the cause of many headaches and this one was just as bad.
"Master Jareth?"
He turned looking at Mika. She never used her voice unless what she had to say had meaning to everyone in the room or she really wanted to meaning into her words. Otherwise, she poke through her mind. He had learned to live with it over the many years they had been bound. "What is it Mika?"
She stood, her golden rod held behind her, only a few feet from him and the bed. "A woman, a fate. She wishes to see you, in the court yard."
He turned to look out the window, narrowing his eyes. He did not want to deal with the Fates right now. Sarah needed him and he be damned if she would leave her. The sound of Mika's rod giggling caused him to close his eyes and sigh. He had to calm himself or Mika was sure to wipe the Fates from the Underground. He turned back to her to see her starring him, the look was that of a question. A question of what he wanted to do. "Thank you, Mika." He sighed, holding a hand out to her, "Come, I need you to do me a favor."
"Son..."
"Jareth..."
He waved his parents words away and took her hand. "Watch over Sarah for me. Allow no one but myself near her until I say otherwise. Should anyone,"
"You mean another Fate?"
He smiled. Of course she would know what was going on. She knew every feeling he had and every thought. "Yes, Mika and I want you to come get me should he show up."
She nodded and took the hand he was holding. He stood and started to walk out when she called his name. He turned back around to see her holding out her rod, "Take it. She afraid of it. It will keep you safe."
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Sonja watched the Great Prince of the Underground strolled towards her. He was all power and raw man. His long legs, tightly clad in leather pants that left nothing to imagination carried him across the grassed lawn towards her. She could see herself wrapping her legs around his waist, hugging them to hers as he brought her to the edge of passion. His long elegant fingers massaging her chest as he carried her over that edge.
She mentally gasped at the dirty thoughts weaving together in her mind. Here she was a Fate and she was looking at a Fae like a sex god. She should be ashamed of herself for the thoughts, but she just couldn't help the wet warmth forming between her legs. Maybe she could have a little fun with him before offering her help with Sarah.
As he grew nearer and she studied him, dreaming more ways of entangling herself with him, she took notice the golden rod in his hand. That damn girl must have gave it to him. Why? She wasn't there to harm him. Sonja kept her eyes trained on it, all thoughts of making love to the monarch vanishing from her mind. The rod sent surges of power into the air. It made her want to run and hide, but she stood her ground. She was there to help the monarch and maybe even gain a little fun while at it.
"I'm going to say this once and only once, Fate. Get lost?"
Well, that would make it harder for her to get him into her bed. She held her arms out to the side, "But I come with hands of help, Monarch. I offer you my abilities..."
He narrowed his eyes at her, "I have never asked, nor ever wanted, your help."
She slide her way across the grass, pushing against the power of the rod. She pressed her body up against his. "I could do so much for you, though." She went to press her lips to his neck when the top of that damn rod came into view. She jump back hissing at it.
"If I were you I would leave and never bother me or Sarah again. As for your challenge Fate, end it. I will not allow anyone to harm her just for their own amusement." He shook the rod at her, "And if you don't..." He trailed off, but she knew that he would send that girl after them. "Pass it along."
She hissed at him and turned on the spot, disappearing from his view to reappear in front of the reflecting pool. Cedric stood watching the scene she had just left. He looked at her, his face blank of any emotion. "It would seem they do not want your help, Sonja." His voice held a hint of amusement. She growled at him before stomping off leaving him to smirk after her. He turned back to the pool, watching as the Monarch turned and walked back to the castle. The imagine faded and Cedric nodded happy that one was down. "One to go."
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I am sorry to say that it is almost done, my readers. If you wish for another Jareth and Sarah fanfic...give me your ideas. Otherwise, it will be a long wait for the next tale from me. Enjoy and review. Next chapter shortly.
