Chapter Ten: Fighting, A Lover's Dance

The bright sunlight was the thing that woke Sarah up. When she looked at the window she saw a medium size goblin woman moving the heavy velvet curtains to let the light pass. Sarah smiled slightly at her getting off the bed, stretching.

"Morning there" she greeted. The Goblin woman smiled at her and curtsied.

"Good Mornin', my Lady Sarah" she greeted in return. Sarah arched an eyebrow, bemused.

"Why did you call me Lady? I'm not a lady" she asked, looking at herself in a mirror. She looked elegant… yes, and kind of graceful… but, a lady? A real, noble woman? She didn't think so.

"Yer Majesty told me you were milady Sarah and I ain't gonna argue with Yer Majesty" the goblin replied stubbornly but then smiled "And milady looks like a lady. All beautiful, graceful and elegant… like a lady"

Sarah blushed slightly but thanked the little goblin, whose name was Key. She opened a big wardrobe full of thousands and thousands of gowns and other clothes, most of them red.

"Yer Majesty wants you to have breakfast with 'im. You must, hurry" Sarah rolled her eyes.

"Let him wait. It won't hurt him, I assure you. Now, now… which gown to use?" she mused aloud, analyzing all the gowns with a critic eye. Key looked nervous, always urging her to make haste.

"It takes time to get dressed, Key. Of all people HE should understand" she explained her before setting her eyes on a particularly ice-blue dress with bell-shaped long sleeves and decorated with sapphires that made patterns across her skirts. The Gown had a tail, not too long but enough to be elegant. Sarah snapped her fingers and found herself fully dressed in the ice-blue gown, her hair pulled in a French style with sapphires adorning it and a sapphire and platinum necklace. Her make up was mostly blue, but her lips were painted with ruby lipstick that matched the luminous color of her flaming eyes.

"How do I look, Key? Tell the truth or I will know" Sarah mimicked Jareth perfectly, as a mirror. The Goblin sensed that and smiled, impressed also with the girl's stunning beauty.

"You look like a Lady, milady Sarah. I'm sure Yer Majesty will approve" the little creature answered truthfully. Sarah laughed wickedly.

"Who cares about him? Come on, Key, lead the way to the Dinning Room, I'm starving!" She said dramatically and winked at the Goblin girl, who started laughing too. She liked Lady Sarah already. She was eccentric and really odd, yet elegant and with the manners of a Lady. But her behavior was wild and spontaneous.

Truly, a very amusing mistress that Lady Sarah would prove to be.



"Dreyl, it was so nice of you to impose your person on me for Breakfast. Thank you very much" spitted sarcastically as he drank red wine with herbs from a gold goblet (yes, drinking at nine o'clock in the morning!!). Dreyl smiled charmingly, all the way looking like an innocent old man.

"You are quite welcome, Your Majesty" she said with a grin. Jareth snorted; looking at the food… half cooked sometimes and over cooked some other times. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and placed his fork in the plate, unable to eat even though he was hungry.

"I know it doesn't taste good, Jareth, but you should still eat a little" the Healer commented "Or you will soon need my services"

Dreyl tried to make a statement by taking a bite of whatever was in his plate but his disgusted look busted his purposes.

"Told you so" Jareth said triumphal "Anyway… why are you here? You are of no use to me now"

"Oh, I feel so appreciated…" the old Fae mumbled before replying out loud "I just want to take a peek to that lovely Lady Sarah of yours"

Jareth's face wasn't smiling when he heard those words. He left the goblet in the table before glaring at the Healer.

"Dreyl, leave her alone" he warned. The Healer was about to reply when the main door of the room suddenly opened and the two Faes stared at the figure of a smiling, breathtakingly stunning Sarah Williams.

"Good Morning, gentlemen! Jareth, you didn't tell me you had a guest!" she greeted, picking her skirts to walk to the large table. She spun a little, taking a deep breath.

"I feel so much better… By the way, who are you, Sir?" Sarah was curious as she stood before Dreyl. The old man looked friendly, so she decided to like him from the start.

"I am Dreyl Lacmar, the High Healer of the Underground, my child. And you must be the lively Lady Sarah. His majesty has talked a lot about you!"

The raven haired girl turned to face Jareth with an arched eyebrow.

"He has, hasn't he? I just hope he has been gentle with his description of me" she said out loud as she curtsied. "I am Sarah Williams, a mortal girl with… Mmm, does he know, Jareth?"

Dreyl was impressed that that mortal girl was allowed to call his Majesty by his name, and not by his title.

"Yes, Sarah. He knows everything. You having magic… the attacks… everything" the king replied, his disdain and anger melting away because of Sarah's presence.

The mentioned girl stared at the table and wrinkled her nose.

"What in the name of the Underground is THAT?" she asked. Dreyl was amused by her choice of expressions and by her honesty.

"Food" was the smart reply she got from the Goblin King.

"You are crazy if you think I will actually eat that… You don't seem to like it anyway so… why do you eat it?"

"It's the only food the goblins know to prepare… And I can't really make good food with my magic… I never leaned that particular trick"

Sarah seemed to consider for a few minutes before speaking:

"Well, since you nursed me back to health I think I should help you. But only this time, Jareth"

She placed her hands together, forming a crystal between her palms and concentrating hard. Her eyes shone with a ruby glow before she tossed the crystal to the table. It shattered into thousand of pieces, and the entire table started shimmering. Soon the sick-looking brown and green food was replaced by hundreds of different types of Aboveground food: pies, cakes, cream caramels, puddings, all types of cookies and others kinds of food.

Sarah admired her work with a slight smile, while Dreyl analyzed what he had in front of him (a vanilla pudding) and tentatively tasted it. His face brightened.

"Delicious! I have never tasted food like this! Is this some kind of Aboveground food?" he asked curiously.

"Mostly desserts, sir. I've been working with my magic for some time now, and one of the first things that I learned to do is to prepare food"

She looked at Jareth, who didn't appear all too willing to taste her food. She rolled her eyes, shook her head in disapproval and reached out for a flat, rose-shaped chocolate. She showed it to him.

"Eat" she commanded softly. Jareth shook his head stubbornly; Sarah sighed and brought her mouth to her ear.

"Please, Jareth… come on, just a little bite… do it for me…" she whispered sweetly, using her magic to make him do her will. He gave up almost immediately, finishing with one bite the food in front of him.

"So?" she asked.

"What was that… it was good" he admitted. He realized that it tasted like Sarah… but not quite.

"Chocolate, Jareth… Simply chocolate" she answered, sitting beside him.

"That was quite a big magic act the one you pulled a few minutes ago, milady" Dreyl congratulated "And you have guts, I see also, by treating His Majesty like you do…"

"You could say that we have a solid relationship… based in quarrels, disrespect and defiance, of course" she replied, while sipping some honey tea from a goblet. Jareth raised his, a mocking smile and gaze adorning his face:

"Cheers to that" he said before emptying the goblet.

Dreyl looked at the two of them, glaring at each other firmly and chuckled. They were perfect for each other!

Sarah Williams was definitely an interesting lady. She seemed… fiery. Elegant, graceful, somewhat wicked and gentle and amusing sometimes… but she could be cruel, and he saw it in her eyes. She could be serious, cruel, and lonely… a suffering creature, she was. He could almost sense it. Pain, running through her veins. Pain of being rejected, of being… not loved.

Her aura was powerful, and her attitude… too much like Some Goblin King's attitude he knew all too well. He saw amused how her aura danced with Jareth's every time they were fighting. They twisted and turned around each other, a never-ending lover's dance.

THAT was interesting. He had thought at first that the Goblin King was the one taken with the human… But now, seeing Sarah's behavior he noticed she was also drawn to him.

A single question echoed in his mind at that moment… Who was at whose Mercy there?



Author's Note: Well, First I want the beg part to be over with so… PLEASE, PLEASE, come on, review, I LIVE FOR REVIEWS!! (Did that sound as pathetic as I think it sounded?).

Second, I am going through hell in school so posting will be a very difficult thing to do. Please be patient!

Third, I Hope you like this chapter. Particularly it's one of my favorite. Next Chapter Will be: Moral Lessons on Training Magic. Bye!

Blesses and peaches to you all,

Sabina (Duh!)