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Herman was in Jareth's garden, pacing back and forth. What was he going to do? He couldn't possibly let his only son screw up his entire life for one human girl who didn't have a sensible bone in her body. It just was not natural. He had always thought that Jareth had a good head on his shoulders.
His thoughts were interrupted by footsteps coming up the garden path. Then, he heard the rustelling of leaves from a nearby bush. He braced himself for whatever it may be that came out of the bushes. Suddenly, a little sparrow came out of the bushes. It was just a simple little brown sparrow.
"Oh, how sweet," said Herman. "A little sparrow backstabber come to taunt me of her victory with the traitor." He turned his back on the little bird.
"Oh, really Herman," said Jasmine as she now transformed back into her human form. "You are acting just like a little kid."
"I don't think-," he began. But Jasmine cut him off.
"Exactly, Herman, you don't think," she said. "You stick to your ideas, and never admit when you are wrong. That is just like you, too. You are such a baby sometimes I am surprised that I fell for you. I must have been blind to not see this side of you."
"What are you talking about, you infernal woman?" Herman growled. "Is it childish to want the best for your only son? Is it childish to only want the best for him?"
"It is childish not to let him stand on his own two feet," snapped Jasmine. Her eyes were angry for a minute, then filled with despair. "Can't you see what you are doing to our son? You say that all you want is to see him happy and succeed, and then when he seems the happiest with this young woman, you act like he has committed a felony. Herman, please look at me." Herman turned to look at his wife. "Where is the man I fell in love so long ago? The man who did not care what his father said about his fiancée?"
"That was a long time ago," said Herman, now pacing again. "I was just a boy."
"So you are saying that if you could take it back, you would not have married me at all?"
"No, no, of coarse not," sighed Herman in despair. "But this is different. You are a fae and she is a human."
"You know, when I look at Jareth, I see so much of you. Like father, like son, as they say. But I see one thing in Jareth that I no longer see in you."
"And what is that?" asked Herman, now standing right in front of Jasmine.
"He follows this," she said, pointing right at Herman's chest where his heart was. "Not this." Now, she was pointing at Herman's head, indicating his brain. "Sometimes, things cannot be solved with logic and facts. Some matters, such as love, need be settled with your heart and what feels right. This young girl, Sarah, must feel right to our son. I wish you would stop being so prejudice against Sarah's kind and start being more open-minded. Please think about it." With that, she turned back into a Sparrow and flew off into the night sky.
Herman thought about the matter extensively that night. In fact, he did not sleep at all. The next morning, he had made up his mind and he would not alter it. And no one could change his now.