Jareth was pacing outside the bedroom door while Midorian tended to Sara. He was trying to keep from running into the room and seeing where he was in regards to removing the poison from Sara's body. It was a touchy procedure because of the twins. When he found out that Sara was ill and Corlien was a suspect, he had been harsh with the young Fae.
Sara's health was the most important thing to Jareth right now. He had already gone after Jaslen and found out that the poison was a type which was deadly to mortals. Thankfully, it would only make Fae ill. The children would be three-quarters or so Fae so they would be relatively safe. Sara, however, would be sick almost to the point of death. Her Fae blood would keep her from dying but she would be so sick that most people would wish they were dead.
Midorian was trying to slowly leech the poison from Sara's blood. He would pull some blood and then let her body replace it and take more. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working.
"Excuse me, your majesty. The Lady Sara asks for your presence." Midorian was always so formal about these things. He stepped out of the way as Jareth went into the room. Midorian stayed outside to allow the couple some privacy.
"Sara, love." Sara's pale face was frightening to him. He loved her more than his own life. Looking up at the ceiling, Jareth did something he had never done before. "I wish the poison were coursing through my body instead of yours, my dear."
Just then, Jareth had a strange feeling run through his body and he realized that his wish was being granted by the power of the Labyrinth as well as his own. He sat down as he felt the weakness that accompanied the poison hit him. As he watched, Sara's face regained it's normal healthy color and glow. She sat up and looked at him. "Jareth, what have you done?"
"The poison is mine now. It won't hurt me as much as it did you. And I couldn't risk the twins like that."
"What do you mean?" She wasn't sure if Jareth meant what he thought he did. "You took the poison from me?" He nodded weakly, slumping back in the chair. "Jareth, why?"
Midorian answered from the doorway. "The poison will only make the King sick not kill him. It very well may have killed you had he not taken it. This particular poison is fatal to mortals. It will only make Fae sick. He will recover quickly enough. It should be only a week or two for him."
"Midorian, help me get him into bed. He needs to be comfortable. At least, as comfortable as possible." Sara and Midorian helped Jareth stretch out on the bed. She pulled the covers up under his chin and kissed his forehead. He smiled at her concern for him and fell asleep. "Are you sure he'll be alright?"
"Absolutely, milady. He'll be his normal self. Right down to the slightly arrogant attitude." Midorian's conspiratorial smile made Sara chuckle in spite of her worry.
"I needed that. Thank you, Midorian. A little laughter is exactly what the doctor ordered."
"That and some sleep. Stretch out next to the King and get some sleep. The twins will be keeping you awake quite a bit soon." Sara lay down next to Jareth and put her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her in his sleep. She fell asleep just moments later.
"Jaslen, where are you?" Corlien was terrified. She ran through the castle calling his name. Suddenly, he appeared right in front of her.
"Looking for me, dear sister?"
"What did you do to Sara? We never discussed killing her!" Corlien screamed at her brother. "Do you know how long I sat waiting for Jareth to decide what to do with me?!"
"Do I care? Do I look like I care?" He walked around behind her. "You, dear sister, were merely a means to an end. Nothing more. I would have disposed of you as soon as you were no longer of use to me. Didn't you realize that? Are you so stupid as to believe that I would actually keep you around? You and your incessant whining?"
"Jaslen. You said that we would only have to make him mistrust her! Then he would throw her aside and marry me!"
"Then I would have killed you and him in order to have his throne. I won't let anyone stand in my way of becoming High King of the Underground."
"You fogot one important element, Jaslen." Dristeria's voice behind him surprised Jaslen.
He spun around and sneered at the Goblin King's sister. "What would that be, Lady Dristeria?"
"Me. Should anything happen to Jareth with no living heir, I take the High Throne of the Underground. What were you going to do then? Kill me as well?"
Suddenly, Jaslen found himself bound from the neck down. Dristeria had cast the binding spell before Jaslen even knew what was going on. She and Corlien grabbed hold of him and transported him to the Seelie Court. Jareth was recovering from the poison quickly.
Jaslen was removed from his position as Lord and his lands were handed over to his sister, Corlien, once it was discovered that she had no intentions of doing bodily harm to the Lady Sara and the twins which resided inside her womb. Everyone was amazed at the announcement. No one else had known until the Council inquired as to the safety of the heirs.
"They are fine, my lords. As is King Jareth. He is recovering from the poison. Thankfully, he made a wish to take the poison from me in order to protect the twins as well as myself."
"That is the way of wishes in the Underground. He did not think before he spoke. He allowed his heart to voice what his head fought." The Council was pleased that Jareth had allowed his feelings to speak for him in this instance. It had saved Sara and the twins from a very long and painful illness. "Lady Sara, you may return to the Goblin King." She nodded and closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to transport her back to her husband.
She stretched out next to Jareth on the bed and went to sleep in the arms of the man who could always save her. The man she would give her own life to save.
Sara's health was the most important thing to Jareth right now. He had already gone after Jaslen and found out that the poison was a type which was deadly to mortals. Thankfully, it would only make Fae ill. The children would be three-quarters or so Fae so they would be relatively safe. Sara, however, would be sick almost to the point of death. Her Fae blood would keep her from dying but she would be so sick that most people would wish they were dead.
Midorian was trying to slowly leech the poison from Sara's blood. He would pull some blood and then let her body replace it and take more. Unfortunately, it didn't seem to be working.
"Excuse me, your majesty. The Lady Sara asks for your presence." Midorian was always so formal about these things. He stepped out of the way as Jareth went into the room. Midorian stayed outside to allow the couple some privacy.
"Sara, love." Sara's pale face was frightening to him. He loved her more than his own life. Looking up at the ceiling, Jareth did something he had never done before. "I wish the poison were coursing through my body instead of yours, my dear."
Just then, Jareth had a strange feeling run through his body and he realized that his wish was being granted by the power of the Labyrinth as well as his own. He sat down as he felt the weakness that accompanied the poison hit him. As he watched, Sara's face regained it's normal healthy color and glow. She sat up and looked at him. "Jareth, what have you done?"
"The poison is mine now. It won't hurt me as much as it did you. And I couldn't risk the twins like that."
"What do you mean?" She wasn't sure if Jareth meant what he thought he did. "You took the poison from me?" He nodded weakly, slumping back in the chair. "Jareth, why?"
Midorian answered from the doorway. "The poison will only make the King sick not kill him. It very well may have killed you had he not taken it. This particular poison is fatal to mortals. It will only make Fae sick. He will recover quickly enough. It should be only a week or two for him."
"Midorian, help me get him into bed. He needs to be comfortable. At least, as comfortable as possible." Sara and Midorian helped Jareth stretch out on the bed. She pulled the covers up under his chin and kissed his forehead. He smiled at her concern for him and fell asleep. "Are you sure he'll be alright?"
"Absolutely, milady. He'll be his normal self. Right down to the slightly arrogant attitude." Midorian's conspiratorial smile made Sara chuckle in spite of her worry.
"I needed that. Thank you, Midorian. A little laughter is exactly what the doctor ordered."
"That and some sleep. Stretch out next to the King and get some sleep. The twins will be keeping you awake quite a bit soon." Sara lay down next to Jareth and put her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her in his sleep. She fell asleep just moments later.
"Jaslen, where are you?" Corlien was terrified. She ran through the castle calling his name. Suddenly, he appeared right in front of her.
"Looking for me, dear sister?"
"What did you do to Sara? We never discussed killing her!" Corlien screamed at her brother. "Do you know how long I sat waiting for Jareth to decide what to do with me?!"
"Do I care? Do I look like I care?" He walked around behind her. "You, dear sister, were merely a means to an end. Nothing more. I would have disposed of you as soon as you were no longer of use to me. Didn't you realize that? Are you so stupid as to believe that I would actually keep you around? You and your incessant whining?"
"Jaslen. You said that we would only have to make him mistrust her! Then he would throw her aside and marry me!"
"Then I would have killed you and him in order to have his throne. I won't let anyone stand in my way of becoming High King of the Underground."
"You fogot one important element, Jaslen." Dristeria's voice behind him surprised Jaslen.
He spun around and sneered at the Goblin King's sister. "What would that be, Lady Dristeria?"
"Me. Should anything happen to Jareth with no living heir, I take the High Throne of the Underground. What were you going to do then? Kill me as well?"
Suddenly, Jaslen found himself bound from the neck down. Dristeria had cast the binding spell before Jaslen even knew what was going on. She and Corlien grabbed hold of him and transported him to the Seelie Court. Jareth was recovering from the poison quickly.
Jaslen was removed from his position as Lord and his lands were handed over to his sister, Corlien, once it was discovered that she had no intentions of doing bodily harm to the Lady Sara and the twins which resided inside her womb. Everyone was amazed at the announcement. No one else had known until the Council inquired as to the safety of the heirs.
"They are fine, my lords. As is King Jareth. He is recovering from the poison. Thankfully, he made a wish to take the poison from me in order to protect the twins as well as myself."
"That is the way of wishes in the Underground. He did not think before he spoke. He allowed his heart to voice what his head fought." The Council was pleased that Jareth had allowed his feelings to speak for him in this instance. It had saved Sara and the twins from a very long and painful illness. "Lady Sara, you may return to the Goblin King." She nodded and closed her eyes, allowing her thoughts to transport her back to her husband.
She stretched out next to Jareth on the bed and went to sleep in the arms of the man who could always save her. The man she would give her own life to save.