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What's for breakfast??
Sarah paced back and forth across 'her' room. Every once and a while she would kick at her dress to keep from tripping over it. She was so angry she could practically feel the steam rising from her ears! If she thought that Jareth was arrogant and dominant before, he was beyond that now. Who did he think he was anyway? Taking her from her world and thrusting her into his. And his demands were too much for her. She decided that if he wanted to make demands, fine let him, but she would do exactly opposite of whatever he asked of her. She would not play into his hands. "He expects me to love him." She chuckled coldly. "How could I ever love… a a heartless tyrant?!" Finally exhausted she sat on the corner of the bed crossing her arms over her chest. Her stomach rumbled. "Shut up! I don't want to hear it! I'll find a way to get food. He wouldn't starve me. Would he?" The thought suddenly terrified her and she wondered if her actions had been appropriate. But he was just so damn pushy and stubborn and vile! He seemed to know what made her angry and he tried to use her own anger against her. Sarah fell back onto the bed, one arm stretched above her head. She never heard the small knock on the door. Her own anger had exhausted her and had put her to sleep.
She could hear roosters crowing loudly and she opened her eyes to find that she was still within Jareth's castle. She was praying that everything thus far had been a dream, a very realistic one. But to her disappointment it was not. She rolled over and realized that she was tangled. She had not even bothered to change last night and still wore the pale yellow dress. It was now crumpled and wrapped around her legs from sleep. Despite sleeping the whole night she was still tired and cranky and anger was an ever- present emotion that gripped her. She couldn't forgive Jareth for what he was doing and she wouldn't. He had gone over the edge with his demands and she didn't care to find out what else he asked of her. A soft knock brought her out of her thoughts. "Go away!"
'Please Lady Sarah, it is Metta. I have brought you some breakfast."
Sarah opened her mouth to tell her to take it away but stopped. She was starving she had not eaten in a whole day. And she did say she'd rather stave then dine with Jareth. This would be eating alone. "Come in Metta."
She watched Metta enter the room with a silver tray and it had food on it! She could hardly wait to dive into it. Metta put the tray onto one of the tables beside the bed and Sarah's mouth dropped.
'Is anything wrong, Lady Sarah?"
"Peaches. You brought me peaches." She said through grit teeth.
"Yes, the finest peaches to be found anywhere. His Highness said that you liked peaches." Metta was quite pleased with herself as she smiled happily. Sarah however was not happy.. at all.
Sarah clenched her teeth together to hold back the scream that threatened to come out. "Leave the tray." She said through her teeth.
Metta did not have to be told twice and she bowed before hastily leaving the room. She was very aware of Sarah's anger. When she was gone Sarah nearly threw the tray across the room. "I can not believe him! He sends me peaches!" She glanced at the tray in disgust as if he had given her a plate of slimy worms. On the silver tray was a platter with two whole peaches and one sliced in a bowl. There was a large goblet filled with water and a beautiful purple flower. She reached for the water but stopped midway. "What if he poisoned this stuff with magic? I don't want to see that ballroom ever again or him for that matter!" She looked down at the tray. The peaches did look really good, sweet and juicy and she was so hungry. She shook her head and moved away to sit on the other side of the bed. She would not touch them. She would wait until lunchtime. Perhaps then she would have some real food. She yawned and curled up into a ball on the bed and soon she was fast asleep.
Metta was making her way back to the kitchen with the tray still full of fruit. Sarah had not answered the door, so she opened it and found the tray still full. She left the goblet of water, still untouched on the table, put the flower in a vase along side the goblet and took the tray.
"Did she eat them?" came a voice that echoed from all directions. Metta stopped and froze in mid step.
"N-no your Highness. She did not."
Jareth stepped from the shadows of the hall to see for himself that the tray was untouched. He growled low in his throat and Metta's hands shook as she held the tray. He gestured with his hand for her to continue on her way and she did so with utmost haste. Jareth paced a small portion of the hallway. His hands clenched behind his back. "She still dares to defy me. And I should have expected this much from her." He conjured up a crystal and peered into it seeing Sarah curled up asleep on the bed. She looked beautiful with her long dark hair spread out over the sheets of the bed. He sneered at the yellow dress she still wore. He knew that she would continue to defy him because it pleased her to see him angry. She was not living up to her end of the bargain. She was not cooperating as she was expected to. Did he honestly expect any less of her? She had been head strong at 15, did he really expect her to be any different at 25? She was a grown woman now and she made it clear that she was not frightened of him. He sighed deeply tossing the crystal into thin air and he disappeared along with it.
What's for breakfast??
Sarah paced back and forth across 'her' room. Every once and a while she would kick at her dress to keep from tripping over it. She was so angry she could practically feel the steam rising from her ears! If she thought that Jareth was arrogant and dominant before, he was beyond that now. Who did he think he was anyway? Taking her from her world and thrusting her into his. And his demands were too much for her. She decided that if he wanted to make demands, fine let him, but she would do exactly opposite of whatever he asked of her. She would not play into his hands. "He expects me to love him." She chuckled coldly. "How could I ever love… a a heartless tyrant?!" Finally exhausted she sat on the corner of the bed crossing her arms over her chest. Her stomach rumbled. "Shut up! I don't want to hear it! I'll find a way to get food. He wouldn't starve me. Would he?" The thought suddenly terrified her and she wondered if her actions had been appropriate. But he was just so damn pushy and stubborn and vile! He seemed to know what made her angry and he tried to use her own anger against her. Sarah fell back onto the bed, one arm stretched above her head. She never heard the small knock on the door. Her own anger had exhausted her and had put her to sleep.
She could hear roosters crowing loudly and she opened her eyes to find that she was still within Jareth's castle. She was praying that everything thus far had been a dream, a very realistic one. But to her disappointment it was not. She rolled over and realized that she was tangled. She had not even bothered to change last night and still wore the pale yellow dress. It was now crumpled and wrapped around her legs from sleep. Despite sleeping the whole night she was still tired and cranky and anger was an ever- present emotion that gripped her. She couldn't forgive Jareth for what he was doing and she wouldn't. He had gone over the edge with his demands and she didn't care to find out what else he asked of her. A soft knock brought her out of her thoughts. "Go away!"
'Please Lady Sarah, it is Metta. I have brought you some breakfast."
Sarah opened her mouth to tell her to take it away but stopped. She was starving she had not eaten in a whole day. And she did say she'd rather stave then dine with Jareth. This would be eating alone. "Come in Metta."
She watched Metta enter the room with a silver tray and it had food on it! She could hardly wait to dive into it. Metta put the tray onto one of the tables beside the bed and Sarah's mouth dropped.
'Is anything wrong, Lady Sarah?"
"Peaches. You brought me peaches." She said through grit teeth.
"Yes, the finest peaches to be found anywhere. His Highness said that you liked peaches." Metta was quite pleased with herself as she smiled happily. Sarah however was not happy.. at all.
Sarah clenched her teeth together to hold back the scream that threatened to come out. "Leave the tray." She said through her teeth.
Metta did not have to be told twice and she bowed before hastily leaving the room. She was very aware of Sarah's anger. When she was gone Sarah nearly threw the tray across the room. "I can not believe him! He sends me peaches!" She glanced at the tray in disgust as if he had given her a plate of slimy worms. On the silver tray was a platter with two whole peaches and one sliced in a bowl. There was a large goblet filled with water and a beautiful purple flower. She reached for the water but stopped midway. "What if he poisoned this stuff with magic? I don't want to see that ballroom ever again or him for that matter!" She looked down at the tray. The peaches did look really good, sweet and juicy and she was so hungry. She shook her head and moved away to sit on the other side of the bed. She would not touch them. She would wait until lunchtime. Perhaps then she would have some real food. She yawned and curled up into a ball on the bed and soon she was fast asleep.
Metta was making her way back to the kitchen with the tray still full of fruit. Sarah had not answered the door, so she opened it and found the tray still full. She left the goblet of water, still untouched on the table, put the flower in a vase along side the goblet and took the tray.
"Did she eat them?" came a voice that echoed from all directions. Metta stopped and froze in mid step.
"N-no your Highness. She did not."
Jareth stepped from the shadows of the hall to see for himself that the tray was untouched. He growled low in his throat and Metta's hands shook as she held the tray. He gestured with his hand for her to continue on her way and she did so with utmost haste. Jareth paced a small portion of the hallway. His hands clenched behind his back. "She still dares to defy me. And I should have expected this much from her." He conjured up a crystal and peered into it seeing Sarah curled up asleep on the bed. She looked beautiful with her long dark hair spread out over the sheets of the bed. He sneered at the yellow dress she still wore. He knew that she would continue to defy him because it pleased her to see him angry. She was not living up to her end of the bargain. She was not cooperating as she was expected to. Did he honestly expect any less of her? She had been head strong at 15, did he really expect her to be any different at 25? She was a grown woman now and she made it clear that she was not frightened of him. He sighed deeply tossing the crystal into thin air and he disappeared along with it.