Disclaimer: I own nothing but Greselda and Christine. And the plot, of
coarse, is mine as well.
Sarah looked out at all the faces that she did not know, trying desperately, and failing miserably, not to cry. She was ordered by Greselda to be the maid of honor. Though she did not know why, Sarah felt that the reason lay in the fact that Greselda wanted to keep a good look over both her and Jareth at the same time.
Sarah did not want to look over at Jareth, who was standing by the pastor. She tried her best to keep her eyes either on the crowd or on the floor. But it had gotten to be just too much and she had to look. When she did, she saw that Jareth was looking at her, too. They just stared at each other for a long moment, both knowing what the other was thinking. Neither of them wanted this wedding to happen, but neither of them had the power to stop it from happening. Sarah smiled a weak smile and began to tear up even more when she saw Jareth mouth 'I love you'. She did the same and sadly lowered her eyes.
The music started and all eyes were now turned on the bride, who was now walking down the isle. She wore a great white dress with a plunging neckline. Everyone thought she was beautiful. Everyone, that is, except for Sarah and Jareth. They did not want to look at her at all. But they knew that they both would eventually have to. It was just a matter of time.
Greselda stopped right next to Jareth, blocking his view of Sarah. He was very irritated at this. For he knew that she had done that on purpose.
"Shall we begin?" smiled the pastor, opening his book to a pre-marked page. Greselda nodded, but Jareth just stood there, feeling as numb as he had in a very long time. The pastor started the usual ceremony, but was interrupted when Jareth held up his hand and stopped him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But this just isn't right. Greselda, I don't love you and never did love you. I love Sarah, not you. Please, let us be." There was a lot of mumbling among the guests. Sarah looked up at Jareth and smiled, relieved that he had said something.
"How dare you," growled Greselda. "This is our wedding day."
"How far will you go for a crown?" Jareth frowned. Without another word, he pushed Greselda aside and took Sarah by the arm.
"Don't you dare embarrass me like this," cried Greselda. "Guards, bring me the little one." Everyone turned to see the guards bringing in a small trunk. Someone was banging on the top of it, muffled cries coming from it. It was set before the trunk.
"Open the trunk!" commanded Greselda. One of the men who was carrying the trunk opened the lock and the lid sprung open.
"Tally-ho," cried Sir Didymus as he jumped from the box. "Ambrotious, come here." A great sheep dog came running down the isle and Didymus jumped on top of him. As the dog ran down the isle past Greselda, he looked at her and said, "Next time, surrender."
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!"
Sarah looked out at all the faces that she did not know, trying desperately, and failing miserably, not to cry. She was ordered by Greselda to be the maid of honor. Though she did not know why, Sarah felt that the reason lay in the fact that Greselda wanted to keep a good look over both her and Jareth at the same time.
Sarah did not want to look over at Jareth, who was standing by the pastor. She tried her best to keep her eyes either on the crowd or on the floor. But it had gotten to be just too much and she had to look. When she did, she saw that Jareth was looking at her, too. They just stared at each other for a long moment, both knowing what the other was thinking. Neither of them wanted this wedding to happen, but neither of them had the power to stop it from happening. Sarah smiled a weak smile and began to tear up even more when she saw Jareth mouth 'I love you'. She did the same and sadly lowered her eyes.
The music started and all eyes were now turned on the bride, who was now walking down the isle. She wore a great white dress with a plunging neckline. Everyone thought she was beautiful. Everyone, that is, except for Sarah and Jareth. They did not want to look at her at all. But they knew that they both would eventually have to. It was just a matter of time.
Greselda stopped right next to Jareth, blocking his view of Sarah. He was very irritated at this. For he knew that she had done that on purpose.
"Shall we begin?" smiled the pastor, opening his book to a pre-marked page. Greselda nodded, but Jareth just stood there, feeling as numb as he had in a very long time. The pastor started the usual ceremony, but was interrupted when Jareth held up his hand and stopped him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "But this just isn't right. Greselda, I don't love you and never did love you. I love Sarah, not you. Please, let us be." There was a lot of mumbling among the guests. Sarah looked up at Jareth and smiled, relieved that he had said something.
"How dare you," growled Greselda. "This is our wedding day."
"How far will you go for a crown?" Jareth frowned. Without another word, he pushed Greselda aside and took Sarah by the arm.
"Don't you dare embarrass me like this," cried Greselda. "Guards, bring me the little one." Everyone turned to see the guards bringing in a small trunk. Someone was banging on the top of it, muffled cries coming from it. It was set before the trunk.
"Open the trunk!" commanded Greselda. One of the men who was carrying the trunk opened the lock and the lid sprung open.
"Tally-ho," cried Sir Didymus as he jumped from the box. "Ambrotious, come here." A great sheep dog came running down the isle and Didymus jumped on top of him. As the dog ran down the isle past Greselda, he looked at her and said, "Next time, surrender."
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!"
