Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot and Christine. Not that
I expect anyone to actually read this, but I must write it again.
"What is it that has been making you smile so much, Christine?" Sarah looked at her niece, feeling very disturbed. She had been looking at Sarah the entire time Sarah had gotten ready for dinner.
"Nothing," smiled Christine. "It's just that you look so pretty."
"Th- thank you, sweetie," said Sarah with a small frown on her face. "I wonder what you are up to."
"Up to?" asked Christine, the smile leaving her face. "What makes you think that I am up to anything? I mean, can't I compliment you without being up to something?"
"Aha, knew it," said Sarah with a triumphant smile on her face. "You are up to something. I can feel it. You always ramble like that whenever you are planning something."
"But I am not telling you," said Christine. She said it so quickly that the words all meshed together and Sarah could barely understand her. Christine jumped off the bed that she was sitting on and bounded towards the door. Sarah almost caught Christine by the hem of her skirt, but missed by an inch.
"Come back here, you little mischief maker," Sarah called to her.
"See you later, Aunt Sarah," called Christine over her shoulder. "I can't say anything to you until tomorrow."
"That little brat," laughed Sarah. But it was a nervous kind of laugh. She was not as sure of herself now that she knew her niece was planning something. But was could it be, thought Sarah. ~*~
Sarah made her way once again to the dining area. Only this time, she noticed all the servants looking at her with smiles on their faces. But Sarah did not dwell on it long. She realized that it probably had something to do with her niece.
As she walked into the great dining hall, Sarah gasped. There were candles everywhere and an orchestra playing. The room was not as it was before. It was white and warm, not dark and cold and damp. Sarah noticed that her regular clothes had been exchanged for that ball gown that she had worn so many years ago in the labyrinth. Then, she saw Jareth in that same outfit that he had worn in her dream sequence in the Labyrinth. Sarah had not noticed how handsome he was before. It shocked her terribly how she could have even thought of that. She gulped as Jareth walked toward her, his hand out to reveal a rose as red as blood. Sarah took the rose willingly, which shocked her even more.
"Thank you," she heard herself saying. Was that actually her saying those words?
"Milady," smiled Jareth as he bowed and held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before taking his hand and letting him escort her out to the dance floor. Perhaps this was another dream that she was having. But weather or not it was, Sarah could not tell. All she could think of was the fact that she was here with the Goblin King once more and actually enjoying his company.
"Um, Jareth?" asked Sarah. "I was just wondering weather or not-,"
"No," interrupted Jareth.
"What?" asked Sarah.
"No this is not a dream," answered Jareth. "Isn't that the question you were going to ask me?" Sarah nodded admiringly. How could he know what she was thinking right after she had just finished thinking it herself?
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Jareth. "I'm a fae, and I can read your mind." He smiled. Sarah just frowned. How dare he read her thoughts? They were her personal thoughts.
"Well, then, here is another question. Why are you going to all this trouble to try and impress me?" Sarah looked at Jareth. Those eyes looked so loving. How could she have even missed that after their first meeting?
Sarah was surprised to find that Jareth had stopped dancing. He now looked deep into her eyes, feeling a little troubled.
"You know, Sarah," he said, "I love you. Ever since our first meeting in the Labyrinth, I have craved for you. I have wanted you for so long. But I just never had the time or chance to tell you." He moved closer to her. Sarah began to melt like butter on a hot day in summer. "I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. And, thanks to your little Christine, I now have that chance. Sarah, please be my queen. If you say yes, I promise to love you and honor you like a husband should." Sarah searched her brain for an answer.
"You don't have to answer me right away," whispered Jareth. "Wait until after dinner." Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but Jareth put his hand up. And without another word, he leaned in and kissed Sarah on the lips.
"What is it that has been making you smile so much, Christine?" Sarah looked at her niece, feeling very disturbed. She had been looking at Sarah the entire time Sarah had gotten ready for dinner.
"Nothing," smiled Christine. "It's just that you look so pretty."
"Th- thank you, sweetie," said Sarah with a small frown on her face. "I wonder what you are up to."
"Up to?" asked Christine, the smile leaving her face. "What makes you think that I am up to anything? I mean, can't I compliment you without being up to something?"
"Aha, knew it," said Sarah with a triumphant smile on her face. "You are up to something. I can feel it. You always ramble like that whenever you are planning something."
"But I am not telling you," said Christine. She said it so quickly that the words all meshed together and Sarah could barely understand her. Christine jumped off the bed that she was sitting on and bounded towards the door. Sarah almost caught Christine by the hem of her skirt, but missed by an inch.
"Come back here, you little mischief maker," Sarah called to her.
"See you later, Aunt Sarah," called Christine over her shoulder. "I can't say anything to you until tomorrow."
"That little brat," laughed Sarah. But it was a nervous kind of laugh. She was not as sure of herself now that she knew her niece was planning something. But was could it be, thought Sarah. ~*~
Sarah made her way once again to the dining area. Only this time, she noticed all the servants looking at her with smiles on their faces. But Sarah did not dwell on it long. She realized that it probably had something to do with her niece.
As she walked into the great dining hall, Sarah gasped. There were candles everywhere and an orchestra playing. The room was not as it was before. It was white and warm, not dark and cold and damp. Sarah noticed that her regular clothes had been exchanged for that ball gown that she had worn so many years ago in the labyrinth. Then, she saw Jareth in that same outfit that he had worn in her dream sequence in the Labyrinth. Sarah had not noticed how handsome he was before. It shocked her terribly how she could have even thought of that. She gulped as Jareth walked toward her, his hand out to reveal a rose as red as blood. Sarah took the rose willingly, which shocked her even more.
"Thank you," she heard herself saying. Was that actually her saying those words?
"Milady," smiled Jareth as he bowed and held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before taking his hand and letting him escort her out to the dance floor. Perhaps this was another dream that she was having. But weather or not it was, Sarah could not tell. All she could think of was the fact that she was here with the Goblin King once more and actually enjoying his company.
"Um, Jareth?" asked Sarah. "I was just wondering weather or not-,"
"No," interrupted Jareth.
"What?" asked Sarah.
"No this is not a dream," answered Jareth. "Isn't that the question you were going to ask me?" Sarah nodded admiringly. How could he know what she was thinking right after she had just finished thinking it herself?
"Isn't it obvious?" asked Jareth. "I'm a fae, and I can read your mind." He smiled. Sarah just frowned. How dare he read her thoughts? They were her personal thoughts.
"Well, then, here is another question. Why are you going to all this trouble to try and impress me?" Sarah looked at Jareth. Those eyes looked so loving. How could she have even missed that after their first meeting?
Sarah was surprised to find that Jareth had stopped dancing. He now looked deep into her eyes, feeling a little troubled.
"You know, Sarah," he said, "I love you. Ever since our first meeting in the Labyrinth, I have craved for you. I have wanted you for so long. But I just never had the time or chance to tell you." He moved closer to her. Sarah began to melt like butter on a hot day in summer. "I want us to be together for the rest of our lives. And, thanks to your little Christine, I now have that chance. Sarah, please be my queen. If you say yes, I promise to love you and honor you like a husband should." Sarah searched her brain for an answer.
"You don't have to answer me right away," whispered Jareth. "Wait until after dinner." Sarah opened her mouth to say something, but Jareth put his hand up. And without another word, he leaned in and kissed Sarah on the lips.
