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To What May Come
Chapter 33
The throne room was quiet, the only sound being the steady breathing of the Goblin King as he gazed out of the window overlooking the Goblin City. It was not long ago that he held her in his arms and wanted to lose himself within her embrace. A smile edged the corners of his lips at the memory of when Fayla had walked in on them as they were in a passionate embrace. Jareth had never seen Sarah move as fast as she had when she hid underneath the covers.
He knew that at any moment now Fayla would enter and give him a stern lecture in reference to his earlier behavior. Content with the silence of the room he watched with unseeing eyes as the population bellow started their tasks of preparations for the last days of the festival. Turning away from the view of his kingdom, Jareth watched as Fayla entered.
"Jareth, breakfast is ready. I've made special arrangements so that you and Lady Sarah may dine alone." As Fayla spoke this, her mind was focused on a certain elf and a certain kiss that had transpired not long ago.
A light brow arched up at this, as there was no lecture or comment as to this morning, "Thank you, Fayla."
Small bow of her red head, Fayla moved to leave but stopped as Jareth's voice called to her, "Fayla?"
Turning she looked to Jareth's concerned expression, "Yes, your majesty?"
"After all that has happened I have yet to ask if you are all right. He did not harm you?" He had been worried about what Varden had done to Fayla, their past well known to him. After all, he was the one that saw to it that Varden was banished from his kingdom and the court.
"No, not physically. The harm he has done to me only time can heal." Fayla waited for Jareth to excuse her, she did not want to relive what had been done to her. She needed to look towards the now not the past. The revelation that Gaylon's death was no accident and was carried out because of Varden's obsession with her would burden her heart for years to come. She would grant Gaylon's wish though, she would allow herself to love again and live her life fully.
He wanted to know what she meant by that admission, but knew not to press her. Fayla would tell him in time when she felt ready to, "When you feel the need to speak to someone about what happened, you know that I am always here for you. You are more family to me than anything else, always remember that."
A warm smile tugged at her lips, she would always love Jareth as if he were her own son, "I will." With that said, she backed out of the room leaving Jareth alone once again.
Dressed in a burgundy princess cut gown, Sarah admired its feel against her skin and the way it looked on her. The long sleeves pointed at the ends in a diamond cut hanging slightly past her wrist, as the skirts flowed out covering her feet revealing only the toes of her burgundy shoes. She was starting to get used to wearing such clothes and felt as if she herself were royalty, but she knew that she wasn't that quite yet.
She had decided to allow her hair to fall loosely about her shoulders in a curtain of black locks. The only thing that was missing was a tiara or a wreath of flowers to adorn her hair. A grin edged the corners of her lips at that thought. Hearing a knock at the door Sarah called out for whomever to enter not bothering to look towards the door.
Not long after the sound of the door had opened and closed did she feel strong arms glide over her waist, pulling her back against a strong and familiar chest. Closing her eyes she leaned back into him, "Jareth."
A smile edged the corner of his lips at the sound of his name being whispered from hers, "You look divine, almost good enough to devour."
His words purred huskily into her ear, Sarah could not help but to shiver in anticipation, "Promise?" she asked in a teasing voice.
Jareth's brow arched up at this, a wicked mischievous sparkle within his eyes as he spun her around within his arms. He watched her as her hand quickly rested against his chest steadying herself from the sudden change of position. Her eyes were locked with his as he leaned ever so slightly forward, his voice low and sensual, "Be careful Sarah, it is dangerous to tease unless you are prepared for the consequences."
As if in example of his words he pressed his hand firmly at her back pulling her closer to him before his lips pressed passionately to hers in a searing kiss. His other hand snaked through her hair as he deepened their kiss, which she returned with equal passion.
Her body exploded with desire as her knees felt as if they would give out at any moment. Heart racing she wrapped her arms around his neck trying to steady herself, though she knew that he would not let her crumble. If this was only a taste of what was to come, she knew that she was truly in heaven and if this was what happened when she would tease him she would have to remember to do it more often. This being the consequence, she was not at all complaining.
As Jareth slowly pulled away his eyes sparkled with longing, "I believe that breakfast has been served and is waiting for us." Though he was thinking that he would rather just have her for breakfast instead.
All Sarah was capable of doing was to breathlessly nod, that kiss had dazed her and she was glad for the arm that he had offered as they headed out of her rooms.
As they walked quietly down the hall towards the dinning area Sarah's senses were starting to return after that dazing kiss. She needed to ask Jareth about how she would explain this to her parents. How could she possibly approach them and tell them that she was going to be wed in a day and to someone from a different realm than that of Earth? This was not going to be easy, for how do you explain such things to people who have never accepted fantasy but relied on their reality.
Finding out that the Underground and the Labyrinth was real was a challenge in itself when she was only sixteen, but then she was already so much into fantasy and magic that it was not too hard to accept, but her parents…Her father and step-mother were always practical and were not the type of people who would even take in consideration that magic might truly exist.
Jareth noticed Sarah's quietness and the way her brow was adoringly furrowed slightly as if in deep contemplation. He decided to ask her after they were seated to breakfast.
Reaching the doors Sarah watched as they opened on their own accord and then closed behind them as they entered the dinning hall. Sarah noted the intimate setting at the table and smiled. Fayla, true to her word, had made it so that she could be alone with Jareth to discuss what was on her mind.
Quietly, Sarah sat at the chair that Jareth had pulled out for her and watched as he sat down at the end of the table just beside her. She could not deny the fact that he was breathtakingly handsome and she admired him contently before taking a sip of what tasted slightly like warm cider but slightly different. It was an explosion of taste on her tongue causing her to smile in enjoyment.
He watched her as she sipped her drink, the smile that spread on her beautiful lips made his heart skip a beat. She was indeed the most stunning woman that he had ever laid eyes on. Remembering her look of contemplation he decided to break the comfortable silence that was between them, "Is there something bothering you, Sarah?"
Sarah looked up at this sudden question, "Bothering me? Why do you ask?"
Jareth in return just looked to her coolly as if saying that he knew she knew what he was talking about.
With a sigh she continued, "I've been thinking about my family and how to tell them about…well about all of this. I don't think that it would be easy for them to accept."
After all that they had been through in the past week the thought of her parents did not cross his mind in the slightest. Sarah did have a point, in his time watching her he had observed that her parents were not the type of mortals that would be open minded enough to believe in magic let alone the existence of the Underground.
"That is indeed an issue that we need to discuss. With the fact that you're asking this I assume that you wish for them to be at the ceremony of our union?" Jareth asked his eyes searching hers.
Yes, of course she wished for them to be there, her father deserved the right in giving her away. Toby would love the Underground and its magic, plus she missed the little monkey. A picture of little Toby dressed in a small tux walking down the isle before her with a small satin pillow holding the rings flashed before her minds eye causing a warm smile to spread her lips.
Sarah's mind went long into the past as she remembered how she used to imagine that she would one day be marrying her prince and had the ceremony envisioned. "When I was a lot younger, before my mother and father had divorced, I had this idea of how I would one day marry and find my true love. My father walking me down the isle and giving me away…" her voice trailed off as she remembered what it was like before the divorce.
He reached out gently taking her hand in his, his thumb running over the back of her hand, "And he will walk you down that isle and I will be the happiest Fae in the Underground."
Her heart constricted from his gesture and his words, how could she have ever envisioned him as a cold harded monster? "But the wedding is in a day, how can we possibly be able to explain all of this to them in one day?"
A knowing smile graced his lips making Sarah wonder what exactly was going through his mind. Jareth pulled her hand up to his lips kissing the back of it lightly, "Trust me, they will be coming to our wedding."
Sarah's brow furrowed, "Okay, but…" she trailed off as Jareth's fingers pressed to her lips.
"Do not worry so. I will take care of everything. Now let us enjoy our breakfast and start preparing for our union." Jareth then allowed Sarah to have her hand back as he sipped from his goblet.
Sarah watched him for a moment longer until the growl of her stomach reminded her how hungry she was. Trusting him fully Sarah started eating her breakfast her mind trying to think of what Jareth had in mind of doing.
The smell of bacon and eggs filled the cabin as its inhabitants stirred for their morning ritual. Sitting at the table Richard Williams watched his wife within the kitchen busily cooking breakfast for them, the one meal that she did not ruin. The sound of Toby making noises as he pushed the toy car across the carpet met his ears making him grin. It was nice having the family together and not having to rush off to work, the only one missing was Sarah. Richard wondered how she was enjoying her reunion with her old friend, though he had no clue as to who this person was he knew that she was perfectly safe with him.
Karen's voice called from the kitchen, "Toby, its time for you to wash your hands, breakfast is almost ready."
A frown creased the small boys face as he heard his mothers words, maybe if he acted as though he didn't hear her she'd let him play. Toby's concentrated on his truck; he had to ram the large wall that stood between him and his prize, the wizard's staff, which was disguised as a lollypop.
Karen could hear her son still playing in the living room. With an exasperated sigh she emptied the scrambled eggs into the bowl before her. Whipping off her hands she stepped in the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room with rag in hand and a stern look to her son, "Toby you heard me, now go on and get cleaned up."
Toby rolled his eyes and growled in aggravation, but when he looked up and saw his mom looking at him the way she did he knew not to argue. Reluctantly he stood from his play, he would have to get the wizards staff another day, and made his way with head down to the bathroom to wash his hands.