A/N: Ok I really need to get this done because believe it or not I have an
idea for a new story, and I don't want to start and not finish this one.
So maybe two more chapters should do it. Three at the most.
I want to thank everyone for their patience again. And to my faithful readers who haven't given up on this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
Jareth paced up and down the hall. He was trying to think of something to lure his Uncle, and Prince Malek without arousing suspicion. Then he thought of it, he had promised Sariya a ball. A ball would be perfect; he could invite several of his allies and make them aware of the issue.
He walked back towards his room. He saw her standing on the balcony again. He gently touched her hair. "Are you alright my love?"
She nodded. "I am just thinking, and wondering how will be the best way to protect myself." She leaned against him.
"I will protect you, I do not want to you worry about anything."
...........
Jareth alerted Faryn to his plans.
Faryn then went immediately to Lord Daryn's castle.
"Ahh Lord Faryn how good of you to come, and what news do you bring."
"King Jareth is to have a ball, I'm sure it will be easy for me to ensure you receive an invitation." He said quickly hoping they did not see right through him.
"A ball perfect, lots of people, we well be able to blend in easily." He smiled. "Yes make sure we get an invitation."
He left immediately nervous and concerned.
..................
Saryia was still concerned she knew that Jareth would watch her but she still seemed concerned. So she began researching, trying to find anything to help her, she knew that this would not be an easy task but she had to take it upon herself to make sure she would be protected.
................
The kingdom buzzed with the news of the ball, the ladies bussing themselves with preparing their dresses, the men with preparing the necessary arrangements.
Jareth only hoped that his uncle and Prince Malek would fall for such an obvious trap. But it was all that he could do.
Soon the ball would arrive and then only time would tell. Jareth sighed and sank into his chair trying hard not to be nervous.
So maybe two more chapters should do it. Three at the most.
I want to thank everyone for their patience again. And to my faithful readers who haven't given up on this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or its inhabitants.
Jareth paced up and down the hall. He was trying to think of something to lure his Uncle, and Prince Malek without arousing suspicion. Then he thought of it, he had promised Sariya a ball. A ball would be perfect; he could invite several of his allies and make them aware of the issue.
He walked back towards his room. He saw her standing on the balcony again. He gently touched her hair. "Are you alright my love?"
She nodded. "I am just thinking, and wondering how will be the best way to protect myself." She leaned against him.
"I will protect you, I do not want to you worry about anything."
...........
Jareth alerted Faryn to his plans.
Faryn then went immediately to Lord Daryn's castle.
"Ahh Lord Faryn how good of you to come, and what news do you bring."
"King Jareth is to have a ball, I'm sure it will be easy for me to ensure you receive an invitation." He said quickly hoping they did not see right through him.
"A ball perfect, lots of people, we well be able to blend in easily." He smiled. "Yes make sure we get an invitation."
He left immediately nervous and concerned.
..................
Saryia was still concerned she knew that Jareth would watch her but she still seemed concerned. So she began researching, trying to find anything to help her, she knew that this would not be an easy task but she had to take it upon herself to make sure she would be protected.
................
The kingdom buzzed with the news of the ball, the ladies bussing themselves with preparing their dresses, the men with preparing the necessary arrangements.
Jareth only hoped that his uncle and Prince Malek would fall for such an obvious trap. But it was all that he could do.
Soon the ball would arrive and then only time would tell. Jareth sighed and sank into his chair trying hard not to be nervous.