Disclaimer: Once again, I own nothing but the plot, Christine, and Greselda.

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Jareth was escorted into a large dining area. There was a giant fire burning in the fireplace and a large dinner table right in the middle of the room. At the head of the table, Greselda sat with a floor length black dress with sequence on it.
"Jareth, darling. Please sit down." Greselda motioned to the chair at her immediate right.
"Where is Sarah?" Jareth demanded, not moving from his spot near the door.
"All in good time, darling," smiled Greselda. "In the mean time, you must sit."
"Stop calling me that," Jareth demanded. But he did as she said anyway and sat down.
"Drink?" Greselda asked. But she did not wait for an answer. She poured a glass of wine for both herself and Jareth.
"For the last time, Greselda, where is Sarah?" Jareth was growing angry the longer he had to wait.
"So worried about her, are you?" Greselda asked, a wide smile on her face.
"I don't wish to play games with you, Greselda," growled Jareth. " I want to know and I want to know now. If you don't tell me where she is, I will be forced to take drastic measures."
"Well, we can't have that now, can we?" said Greselda mockingly. She snapped her fingers and Sarah appeared in the seat to her left.
"Sarah!" cried Jareth.
"Jareth!" gasped Sarah. They both got up to hug each other when a horrible force pushed them back into their seats. Without much more they could do, they looked at each other longingly.
"Not until I say," smirked Greselda. "Now, I must discuss something important with you two. Sarah, I wish for you to stop seeing Jareth."
"Never!" cried Sarah.
"Excuse me, but did I look like I was finished?" Greselda asked hotly. "Now, Jareth, I also want you to marry me and make me your queen."
"Either you are stupid or you are crazy!" barked Jareth.
"Once again, darling, I don't think I was finished," replied Greselda in a mocking sweet voice. "Now, I would not rush to such harsh reactions if I were you two. Because I have something that you two should really see." With another snap of her fingers, Christine appeared right by the fire, tied to a chair.
"Christine!" exclaimed Sarah. This time, there was nothing holding her back, so she was able to run right to her niece. But when she tried to touch her, Sarah was shocked with something that felt like electricity.
"May I finish please?" asked Greselda asked, feeling really annoyed. She used her magic to force Sarah back into her chair. "Thank you."
"Leave them alone," growled Jareth.
"I would love to, dearest, but I really think it is really up to you as to who shall live and who shall die. What's it going to be?" Jareth looked helplessly from Sarah to Greselda to Christine. What could he do indeed?
"Fine, I will marry you," groaned Jareth. Sarah gasped and then began to cry. Christine was just scared.
"Good man," smiled Greselda. "Oh, don't worry Sarah. It won't be all bad. Once I marry him, you can come live with us. I am sure that one more servant is always welcome."
"No!" cried Jareth. "You leave her out of this."
"Oh fine," groaned Greselda. "Once we are married, they are free to go."
"No, I want them to go home now," roared Jareth.
"No!" said Greselda firmly. "If you get any ideas about leaving at the last minute, I want them there. That way, I can be sure that you will stick to your end of the bargain." And with an evil smile, she kissed Jareth hard on the lips and snapped her fingers. Sarah and Christine were gone once more, leaving Jareth and Greselda alone.