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

A/N: I am sorry it took so long to continue. I was out of town for a few days, but now I am back. Thank you to those who have helped corrected my mistakes.

Sarah lay in her small cot, crying terribly. She was so afraid because she knew that she could never have Jareth ever again. Opportunity had knocked and flew right out the window again and she did not like it. Then, there was a knock on her door.
"Come in," called Sarah wearily. She wondered who it could be as the doorknob turned slowly and the door creaked open.
"Sarah?" said the voice. Sarah knew that voice well.
"Jareth?" she asked as she got up as best she could.
"Shh. Lay back down," he said as he came over to her bed as quietly as he could. "I felt I had to see you before tomorrows ceremony." But Sarah did not lay back down. She remained sitting upright.
"It's tomorrow?" Sarah asked in great sorrow and surprise. Jareth nodded.
"Oh, my darling," he frowned. "You have been crying. Is it for fear of your niece?" Sarah nodded and looked down.
"And, I have also been scared for you," she whispered. "I don't want you to marry that evil woman."
"I know darling," whispered Jareth as he hugged her. "But I have no choice. If I don't marry her, than you and Christine will be harmed. And I could never live with myself if I knew that I let you two die when I could have saved you both." Sarah had once again begun to cry in his arms. What else could he do? What else could she do?
"But that's not fair," Sarah replied. Jareth managed a small smile.
"I remember when you used to say that all the time," he said. "Do you remember?"
"Yes," replied Sarah. "It took me a long time to figure that life isn't always fair and that that is just the way it is." Her half smile faded away as she realized what needed to be done.
"Jareth," she said.
"Hmm?"
"You must marry Greselda tomorrow."
"I know," frowned Jareth. He pulled away from Sarah for the first time to look at her once more. "I just don't see any other reason to not go through with it." ~*~
"How are you doing, darling?" Greselda asked as she sat down at the breakfast table the next morning.
"Miserable," growled Jareth. "What else?"
"Don't worry," smiled Greselda. "Your Sarah will not be harmed. That is, if you still decide to go through with the wedding." She looked at Jareth with a look of great concern and worry on her face.
"Don't worry," frowned Jareth. "I will marry you today."
"Good," smiled Greselda. "Orange juice, dear?"