Hi all, I just wanted to apologize about this morning. I was in a bad mood from last night/this morning. Dealing with things that take a lot out of me emotionally. And I just over reacted and feel really bad about it know. I just want everyone to know that I have never truly read twilight beside the first half of the book and then realized it wasn't my style so I never got into it. I'll stick to my Anne Rice and J. R Ward vampires any day.

I don't mind critiques, just allow me to reply to them. I work well when I can bounce things off of people, and you do help me realize things I may not have thought I needed to do or say, to make the story better.

All so I know the names are similar but they truly are family names that mean a lot to me and my hubby. Though originally I mentioned the name as a joke because we love Doctor who, and Rose was/is our fav companion. It just happened I actually have some Rose's in my family tree. So again apologies.

So again apologies.

Chapter 13

Sarah wrapped her long robe around herself and shoved her feet into some slippers and wandered down to the study. It must be two in the morning she figured and couldn't sleep so she finally gave up and went to go find some sort of book to read.

She followed the lamps down the spiral staircase of the royal suite and down the corridor to the study. She opened the door and went to the fireplace, the October weather seeping into the stones so she grabbed the stocker and poked the fire a bit and added a new log to keep the chill away.

She busied herself and lit a few more lamps and went to find a book, she was just settling into the chair by the fire when she heard the footstep.

"Sarah?"

Did that man ever sleep?

"I'm in here," she said softly. "I'm alright, I just couldn't sleep," she told him as he walked into the room. He was wearing a pair of loose silk pants and a robe but no shirt. She could see the fine sprinkle of hair on his chest. "I was just going to read a bit," she said motioning to the book. "I didn't wake you did I?"

Jareth shook his head. "No I was already up, I just heard footsteps and then you weren't in your room," he explained and sat down in the chair beside her.

"Is it the child keeping you awake," Jareth asked her.

"No, she's been pretty calm," Sarah spoke softly. "I just have some things on my mind."

"Would you like to talk about them," Jareth asked her she looked away and blushed slightly. "Come Precious, communication is 90% of how relationships work."

"Whats the other 10%" Sarah teased him.

"Pleasure," Jareth told her chuckling as she became redder. " Please, pick my brain, as you mortals call it."

Sarah let out a deep breath and was silent for a moment.

"Ok, but no talking till I finish."

"You have my word," Jareth told her and took her hand and kissed it.

"I've been thinking a lot about us. "Sarah started. "How I want our child to have a family, I mean I am bratty and selfish but I do want Rosa to have a family. It's just so complicated and difficult because I can never understand how I truly feel about you."

Sarah paused for a second. He squeezed her hand letting her know it was ok.

"Everyone keeps making all these plans and telling me I need to do this or that but I'm just trying to get through the day, trying to figure out what I feel. I was 10 when I first read the Labyrinth and it was so new and exciting I was drawn to it the Goblins, and then as I got older I was drawn to you. I created this Goblin King in my mind, one who treated me like a princess, who was dashing and the utmost gentleman. Who would take me to balls and sweep me off my feet. Then you became slightly daring and dashing who would come take me away, a bad boy who my parents wouldn't like as I grew into a teen. He was dark secret, who I imagined kissing and stuff." Sarah blushed again but continued on.

"But then you were suddenly real and I had to save my brother. You seemed so cruel and that frighten me, but it made you so much more unique in my mind. Then when I ate the peach, everything I ever wished to happen was created for us, that ballroom, those kisses that I remember with dreams, of being in your arms feeling so alive feeling that rush from your touch… I don't know which is real, though, sometimes you remind me of the King from my fantasy, other times it's like I don't know you at all. " Sarah looked up at him.

"So I get so confused that I can't figure anything out for myself. I feel like I know you, but I don't know you at all. It's like when you hear how amazing a painting is for most of your life, but when you finally go to the museum to see it, it's either better than you ever thought, or you're completely let down because you expectations were too high. And with you -you are just this anomaly that I can't figure out. Do I feel the way I do because I imagined you for so long and letting myself be in love with the idea of loving you, or despite how we bicker and fight and drive each other crazy, do I have real feelings for you." Sarah took a deep breath after finishing.

Jareth looked at her and pulled her chair closer to him. 'Thank you." he started. "Thank you for confiding in me. First off you have every right to feel confused about this. If you didn't I would be slightly worried. I wish I could give you back your memories which I took from you, And I truly wish I knew how you ended up with that book." Jareth told her.

'It's not something that should be in the aboveground. I cannot promise to be everything you ever dreamed of. I can be cruel when I want to be, but mostly it is just to scare the runners, which in your turn mostly just made you more determined. But I will never hurt you, Sarah." Jareth finished and pulled her into his lap and hugged her and did nothing else. "You do not need to keep anything inside precious, I am always here, I will listen," he whispered.

They stayed like, not talking, just stroking Sarah bump occasionally as she fell asleep against him. She didn't even stir as he carefully stood up and walked back to her room and laid her down on her bed, making the note to let her sleep in that morning as he covered her with the duvet.
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She was slightly bewildered as she woke up around noon the next day. Her wedding gown was hanging up on the wardrobe and she heard someone bustling around inside the bathroom.

She stretched and got out of bed.

"You are awake My Lady, My name Lydia." She curtsied. "The King asked me to help you dress for the ceremony today. I have a bath running for you."

Sarah just nodded rubbing her eyes. "You may call me Sarah, I wonder how I got back into bed." she wondered out loud.

"The King brought you." Lydia chirped, and grabbed her ladies robe and draped it around her shoulders. "Now please miss, while the water is warm. " Leading her into the bath.

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Sarah had ended up choosing a silver gown, that like many others were high waisted. It was a mixture of silver satin with a sheer overlay material, it had the dozens of small crystals sewn all over it the overlay. The sleeves ended at her elbow, but then had a sheer bell overlay that covered her hands. She had blue flowers for her something blue, and Irene and her father bought her some pearls for her to wear and Jareth's mother had lent her a small circlet to wear as a headpiece as her long hair would be curled and let loose in gentle waves down her back.

"Thank you, Lydia." Said told the young woman, as she looked herself as she looked in the mirror.

She wore simple makeup, just enhancing her green eyes with light eyeliner and purple shadow, and a light pink lip gloss.

"Are you sure you don't want us there?" Irene asked.

"No it is fine," Sarah told her. "The ceremony isn't long, and Jareth parents aren't arriving till dinner. They just dropped this off a few days ago motioning to the circlet.

"Only if you are sure about this Sarah." Irene looked at her.

"I'm not ready for it, but I am sure about doing this," Sarah told her after a moment. "He wasn't joking around about the courts being brutal about these things."

"Alright then. I will try and keep your father calm. He insisted he'd be walking you down to the ceremony area," Irene told her.

"I know, I told Jareth about the tradition. He will meet us outside of the atrium." Sarah told her. "then afterward we will all have dinner and cake. It's chocolate and strawberries."

Irene smiled at the mention of cake Sarah always did enjoy her cake.

"You know Sarah, don't tell your father I told you this.' Irene started trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say.

"Irene you don't need to. "Sarah started. "It's not that type of marriage.

"I know but I'm just going to say this anyway. Don't be afraid of the unknown." Irene told her cupping Sarah's cheek with her hand. "It may come in handy with all the hormones."

Sarah blushed and looked away from her stepmother who was dressed in another silky outfit of bright yellow. She looked over at her brother Toby who was playing on her bed dressed up in the tiniest suit she had ever seen.

'Sar-Sar!" Toby clapped his hands and giggles.

"Tob-Tob" Sarah laughed and got up to pinch his cheek as they both giggled.

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It was dusk as Sarah made her way down the castle on her father's arm, down to the atrium where Jareth was waiting for her. Carrying a bouquet of white and blue roses.

Jareth was standing by the door, wearing an outfit quite similar to the outfit from when they danced in the ballroom together. Possibly slightly more tame and fewer sequins for the occasion. But it was still a midnight blue, with the gold waistcoat underneath it with a large frilly white lace jabot cascading down the front of his shirt. His dark legging fitting tightly around his thighs with heeled leather boots encasing his lower legs.

Robert was slightly awkward as he gave Sarah's arm to Jareth. "Take care of her," he said gruffly. "and if you do anything to harm a hair on her head." Robert started

"You have my word that no harm shall ever come to her.' Jareth told him, before turning to Sarah and led her through the doors that shut behind them.

The atrium was lit up with thousand of candles, and hundred of matching roses. The glass skylight showed off the full moon above them in the still somewhat light sky, where the stars were just starting to show themselves as the sun had set.

There was a hooded figure standing at an alter that Jareth led her towards. He looked up as they approached, he had a long beard and dark eyes.

"Approach the altar," he spoke. "And join right hands"

Sarah looked at Jareth as he took her hand and held it.

The priest or druid Sarah wasn't sure what exactly what he was, went through the elements.

Air- To help keep lines of communication free.

Water- That their love would flow through them and comfort each other.

Fire- That passion never would fade and the desire stays true.

Earth- That they would walk together and have a bountiful family.

Each time wrapping a long ribbon around the joined hands as he completed an element.

He asked the gods to bless their union and bless the rings that would signify their union.

Jareth slipped a gold ring on her finger with an emerald diamond set. "It matches your eyes," he whispered.

The druid motioned for Sarah to take the ring, which she did hesitantly and placed it on Jareth hand.

"These rings symbolize your devotion to each other." The druid spoke before unwrapped the ribbons so they were looser and then signal to Jareth who picked up the dagger and took the hand that was wrapped in ribbons and moved bother so they were palms up.

"I give you, my life, my body, and my blood." "He said as he cut across both of their palms in a straight line.

Sarah hissed slightly as the blade went into her skin.

Jareth placed the dagger down and then placed his palm on her, entwining their fingers, their blood mixing and staining the ribbon around their hands and a single drop hit the floor.

The druid spoke a prayer in a language Sarah never heard before undoing the bonds Sarah looked down and found her palm was healed except for a white line and then looked back up at Jareth who gazed down and moved his hand to and cupped the side face before his kissed her firmly on the mouth for longer than seemed necessary.

When he finally pulled away Sarah was blushing. Jareth grinned to himself and led her back down the candlelit aisle and back inside the great hall.

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I hope that ok for everyone. I'm trying to make Sara be less bratty, try and mature her slowly… because it seems I've been that what I consider feisty is just me being a brat to my hubby!

Tina!