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Strangely Devine: Chapter Fourteen: Atlas
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Sarah was quite properly hung over the next morning when Gwendolyn came to wake her. The two women decided to spend the day in the library, nursing their head aches with some sort of tea Gwen had procured from the castle's kitchen. It was remarkably helpful for Sarah's aching brain, and quite relaxing as well. She was sure it contained some ingredient that was most likely illegal in the Aboveworld. Not that she would know about those sort of illegal substances---
"Feel better?" Gwen asked, she was sitting with a large volume of what looked like maps spread out in front of her.
"No" Sarah mumbled miserably. The night before was a blur. She wasn't even sure how she had gotten from the Goblin Castle to her bedroom at the Calais court, although she had a strong feeling Jareth had something to do with it. Sarah tried to get a look at what Gwendolyn was reading. "Planning a trip"
Gwendolyn blushed furiously "Not as such," she mumbled, running her fingers over a spot on the map that quickly enlarged itself.
"Oh?" Sarah peered at her friend over the rim of her tea cup. She giggled "Go on, Gwen, tell me"
"Well-Ilareo and I are planning on taking a trip after---" she blushed a deep red. "After--- we're married"
"Ooooh" Sarah cooed, her eyes going dreamy "That's right, I'd forgotten you were getting married. When is it?"
"Oh, it wouldn't be anything big" Gwendolyn waved her off
"Why not?" Sarah asked indignantly. "I think you're fabulous, you should have the biggest wedding ever!"
"Sarah" Gwen admonished, still looking thoroughly embarrassed. "It's just- nevermind"
Sarah sighed wistfully. "So where are you taking your honeymoon?"
"Our honey what?" Gwen repeated, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Oh- that trip you're taking-we call it a honeymoon although I've no idea why."
"Ah," Gwendolyn nodded and twisted the book so Sarah could see. "Well-this is the northern region of the underground." Sarah peered down at the book. She could see largely different coloured areas labelled things like 'Kingdom of the Elves' and 'Northern Territories of the Calais' and such.
Gwendolyn ran her finger over a large body of water and the map shrunk so that it was dominated by the sea, islands and the coast of the Calais territories. Small cities popped up with little round buds on the page and their labels grew up as well. "This is the Sea of Gaultier, and these are just little sea side towns. Ilareo wants to have a bit of a holiday here somewhere. It's quite beautiful, always sunny and well-actually, Sarah, this is where you are supposedly from"
"Oh really" Sarah nodded, fingering the edge of the page. "where are we?"
"Hmm" Gwendolyn turned the page and waved her hand at it for a bit until she was satisfied. She turned the book around once more and pointed to a large blue area labelled 'Kingdom of Calais' and in the centre was a but labelling the Calais court. Sarah allowed her self a bit of a look around. Right next door was the large Kingdom of Dwarves extending southward and next to that the kingdoms of goblins and trolls. The Nosferatu inhabited a crescent shaped area running the length of the Calais and Troll Kingdoms.
"What's this?" Sarah asked, reaching down to touch the map where it was labelled the Ciren Forest. Gwendolyn batted her hand away.
"Don't touch that! It's a bad luck place, and you don't want anything to do with it"
Sarah gave her an incredulous look. "Why?"
Gwendolyn raised her head "Because, bad things happened there a long time ago. Humans were---" she bit her lip and lowered her voice. "Humans were brought there by trolls and Nosferatu, there is very black magic in that forest. Most people don't trust either of them just because of it."
"Let me just make sure I'm following this whole political scenario" Sarah said blandly. "Nosferatu-which I know as vampires, one of which sucked my hand-they and the trolls are fighting, and they both have land in this evil forest thingy-and they eat humans and have stable governments"
Gwendolyn sighed. "No-they all had to sign a treaty about three hundred years ago saying they wouldn't-well--- you know. And no one really believed it because how is a Nosferatu going to survive, you know, they live off blood. But then the portal to the Aboveground was lost and they didn't seem to be dying." She took a breath. "So in a way the Calais court was forced to recognize both lands as kingdoms, and not just the places sectioned off for savages by the ancestors."
"Oh" Sarah said dully. "So then why did Prince Dacian go for my hand?"
"Because you're human and very beautiful and he hasn't tasted human blood in probably four hundred years and couldn't control himself"
"Yes, and isn't it horrible for him"
Gwendolyn and Sarah turned to see the Goblin King leaning in the doorway looking at the coolly.
Gwen scowled "How long have you been standing there?"
"Quite a long time, actually" he grinned crookedly at her before entering the room. "Planning a trip?"
Gwendolyn looked down at the book and slammed it shut. "It's none of your business"
"She and Ilareo are going to some romantic little place for a holiday, once their married" Sarah said, giggling when Gwendolyn glared at her.
"Ah, how quaint" Jareth said, looking amused.
"Yes well, he thought it would be nice" Gwendolyn blushed
"I'm sure he does" Jareth sighed dramatically "So you're really going to marry him? You know, I do hold slightly higher rank then a guardsman, luv. You're sure you won't have me?"
"Oh, aye" Gwendolyn nodded. "You'll go marry some bubble head Elf princess"
"Technically," Jareth smirked "I can't, it would be inbreeding"
"Whatever"
Sarah watched the exchange with a smile. If she hadn't known better she would have thought they'd been married for years. She glanced at Jareth and he was staring at her rather intently, causing Sarah to blush and look away.
He strode over to her chair. "Lady Sarah" he purred "How did you sleep?"
She didn't like the meaning that his tone held. Oh god, what did I do, she thought desperately. "Er-fine"
"Really?" he asked quietly, his tone was that of someone who knew a secret and wasn't telling. "You were quite tired when I left you at your room"
"Oh, yes" so he had taken her back. "Um, thank you for taking me to my room"
"Oh" Jareth said silkily. "My pleasure"
Right, she definitely did not like the way that last word has sounded. Or maybe she had liked it, but knew it could only mean bad things. Or good things, depending on how one viewed the situation. Oh shut up brain, thought Sarah.
"Yeah, you were three sheets to the wind, Sarah" said Gwendolyn, bringing Sarah out of her reverie.
"Yeah, I'm a bit of a lightweight" Sarah agreed sheepishly. "I get--- well I usually get um--- " she cast a glance in Jareth direction and he was regarding her with thoughtful amusement. "Er--- weird."
"I wouldn't call that weird, luv" Jareth smiled "More like, oh, open?"
"Open?" Gwendolyn asked, laughing. "Oh dear"
"Ah--- I don't remember a thing" Sarah announced. "I really don't, it's all a blur. I can't even recall what we had for dinner"
Jareth looked noticeably disappointed. "Not anything?" he asked. Sarah thought he looked a bit like a pouting child at the moment. She wasn't sure she wanted to know why.
"No, nothing. Why?" she asked "Something important happen?"
"Oh, not really" he mused, an arrogant smirk playing about his lips.
"Oh" Sarah nodded, feeling uncomfortable. "Well if I said anything-I'm sorry"
"Don't be sorry" he said softly.
Sarah jerked her gaze towards him. He raised an eyebrow and casually vanished himself away.
"Ugh-I hate when he does that" she muttered
"Why?" Gwendolyn mumbled, she had opened the book again and was immersed in it. "Just wish him back if you need to say something to him"
'Wish him back?" Sarah repeated
Gwendolyn didn't answer and Sarah decided she would not wish him back. Ok, so she had a few questions. Such as, what had she done or said to him last night. Damn her bloody useless memory. Sarah drained her teacup and sighed. Her head ache was gone, and she was thankful. It was a very good substitute for not having Tylenol or painkiller drugs, she wished she could have some more of it.
She sat the cup down on the tray beside her and yelped when hot tea sloshed over the side and burned her hand. Gwendolyn looked up.
"What happened?"
"Nothing" Sarah sighed, pressing her lips to her burning hand. "I just spilled some---" It ten occurred to her that she had just finished that cup and there was suddenly more in there. "Gwen, are these tea cups charmed to be full?"
"No" Gwendolyn said. "Why?"
"Er--- because it was empty and now it's full again"
This time Gwendolyn looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I drank all the tea, it was gone, empty, and then it was full again." Said Sarah, holding out the teacup to her.
"Oh, well, did you wish for more tea?" Gwen asked, peering into the cup.
"Erm-possibly"
"There you go" Gwendolyn smiled "You've just done a bit of magic, that's all"
"Magic?" Sarah palled. "But I can't do magic, I'm a human"
"A human who's been living in the Underground for nearly a month" Gwendolyn pointed out. "Come on, there's magic in the air, literally, didn't you think some of it would rub off on you?"
"No" Sarah said stubbornly. "I really didn't"
"Well I did" Gwendolyn shrugged "It's just a mater of time, I can teach you a few things"
"What? You mean like bubble bubble boil and trouble?" Sarah grinned
Gwendolyn looked perplexed. "Er--- what? Nevermind, don't tell me, it's probably some weird human thing I won't understand. No, here. Wish for something"
"Anything?"
She nodded "anything"
Sarah pressed her eyes together and wished with all her might for the Shakespeare book she had been reading at the Goblin Castle. When she opened her eyes Gwendolyn looked amused.
"You might find this hard to believe, but closing your eyes won't help"
"Oh shut up" Sarah mumbled, she was disappointed it hadn't worked. "I suppose I should wave my hand and a shower of glitter will just appear and my wish will come true"
"First of all" Gwendolyn smiled "You didn't wish to go home did you?"
Sarah was taken aback. It was shocking that hadn't been the first thing sh'ed think of wishing for. "N-no" she admitted. "I wished for a book"
"Oh" Gwen nodded. "Right, well it's a start. Think of the book, think of it in your hand, give your hand a bit of a wave and imagine the weight of it in your palm. Don't close your eyes."
Sarah nodded and imagined the book, she gave her hand a bit of a wave and to her surprise the very same book she had been reading toppled into her hands in a -can you believe it- shower of glitter.
"Oh god, please don't you start that" Gwendolyn moaned. "It's bad enough with his highness and his dramatic exits, don't you start adding to the glitter mess"
Sarah waved her hand again and more glitter appeared, she fanned it at Gwendolyn and squealed with delight "this is great, look at it"
"Agh it's getting up my nose! Stop it" Gwendolyn busted up laughing as she batted the glitter away. "You see, it isn't so hard"
"Does this mean I can travel without having to hug one of you? Sarah asked, excited.
"I don't know. Transporting yourself can be trickier then transporting something else. But go on, try it" Sarah bit her lips and concentrated on standing the hallway outside the library. She felt a strange sensation course through her and when she looked at her hand she saw it had gone all wavy and transparent before becoming solid again.
"Didn't work? Well, I don't know if it ever will" Gwendolyn shrugged "You're not Fae after all"
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Later that afternoon Jareth found himself caught between his mother and his sisters for tea. He decided that whoever had invented afternoon tea, must have done soley for the purpose of annoying him.
"Ooh-did I tell you?" Aislinn beamed. "I'm pregnant"
"Darling that's wonderful" The high queen gushed, from his overstuffed chair Jareth rolled his eyes. The poor child would most likely be ignored and simultaneously spoilt beyond all reason. A terror for the Elvin kingdom, no doubt.
"You must speak with my Midwife, she's just fabulous" Cymboline said, touching her sister's arm gently.
They all looked to Jareth for some sort of comment. He sighed "Er-well done, Aislinn"
"Honestly," Aislinn sniffed "I don't see you doing anything for the good of the kingdom."
"What does that mean?" he asked coldly
"What it means" she lamented, tossing her sleek blonde hair over her shoulder. "Is that you have courted every woman from here to the Pertishland and you have still not found a wife"
"I hardly see how it' any of our business" Cymboline said airily.
Jareth shot his elder sister a rare grateful look "Thank you"
"Well it is our business" Aislinn continued snappishly as she sipped her tea. Jareth did not miss the amused look his mother sent her way. "You are to be high king as soon as Mummy and Daddy retire-and the way Daddy carries on, he will need to retire before his health takes a turn for the worst. Then were would we be? You would sacrifice your Father's health because you can't be bothered to settle down"
"Don't be so bloody dramatic" Jareth muttered, rolling his eyes and knowing full well that she was right, as much as he hated to admit it. It seemed every time he spoke to anyone in the royal family they were encouraging him ot get married.
"Is there anyone new, Jareth dear?" His mother asked, biting her lips and smiling at him innocently. A bit too innocently.
"No" he bit out.
"Well then why don't you pick up with Bella or Naomi? Jaquetta was a lovely girl, and oh--- Jareth, you did so love spending time with Leila. Why, would it be so terrible to ask one of them to be your wife?"
"No, I'm sure they'd be quite willing" Jareth said arrogantly. It was almost funny how Bella, Naomi, Jaquetta, and Leila were all Duchess's, all blonde, blue eyed and curvy and all desperate to be High Queen.
"Well" Cymboline Said "I'm sure you'll find someone"
AN: Oh man, first of all: Show of hands who found chapter thirteen to be in bad taste, right, show of hands who wishes for more making out and snogging in dark corridors? Hmm. that's what I thought :D It's taking all of my willpower to focus on the plot and not turn this into one giant sex romp. Tee hee.
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Strangely Devine: Chapter Fourteen: Atlas
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Sarah was quite properly hung over the next morning when Gwendolyn came to wake her. The two women decided to spend the day in the library, nursing their head aches with some sort of tea Gwen had procured from the castle's kitchen. It was remarkably helpful for Sarah's aching brain, and quite relaxing as well. She was sure it contained some ingredient that was most likely illegal in the Aboveworld. Not that she would know about those sort of illegal substances---
"Feel better?" Gwen asked, she was sitting with a large volume of what looked like maps spread out in front of her.
"No" Sarah mumbled miserably. The night before was a blur. She wasn't even sure how she had gotten from the Goblin Castle to her bedroom at the Calais court, although she had a strong feeling Jareth had something to do with it. Sarah tried to get a look at what Gwendolyn was reading. "Planning a trip"
Gwendolyn blushed furiously "Not as such," she mumbled, running her fingers over a spot on the map that quickly enlarged itself.
"Oh?" Sarah peered at her friend over the rim of her tea cup. She giggled "Go on, Gwen, tell me"
"Well-Ilareo and I are planning on taking a trip after---" she blushed a deep red. "After--- we're married"
"Ooooh" Sarah cooed, her eyes going dreamy "That's right, I'd forgotten you were getting married. When is it?"
"Oh, it wouldn't be anything big" Gwendolyn waved her off
"Why not?" Sarah asked indignantly. "I think you're fabulous, you should have the biggest wedding ever!"
"Sarah" Gwen admonished, still looking thoroughly embarrassed. "It's just- nevermind"
Sarah sighed wistfully. "So where are you taking your honeymoon?"
"Our honey what?" Gwen repeated, furrowing her brow in confusion.
"Oh- that trip you're taking-we call it a honeymoon although I've no idea why."
"Ah," Gwendolyn nodded and twisted the book so Sarah could see. "Well-this is the northern region of the underground." Sarah peered down at the book. She could see largely different coloured areas labelled things like 'Kingdom of the Elves' and 'Northern Territories of the Calais' and such.
Gwendolyn ran her finger over a large body of water and the map shrunk so that it was dominated by the sea, islands and the coast of the Calais territories. Small cities popped up with little round buds on the page and their labels grew up as well. "This is the Sea of Gaultier, and these are just little sea side towns. Ilareo wants to have a bit of a holiday here somewhere. It's quite beautiful, always sunny and well-actually, Sarah, this is where you are supposedly from"
"Oh really" Sarah nodded, fingering the edge of the page. "where are we?"
"Hmm" Gwendolyn turned the page and waved her hand at it for a bit until she was satisfied. She turned the book around once more and pointed to a large blue area labelled 'Kingdom of Calais' and in the centre was a but labelling the Calais court. Sarah allowed her self a bit of a look around. Right next door was the large Kingdom of Dwarves extending southward and next to that the kingdoms of goblins and trolls. The Nosferatu inhabited a crescent shaped area running the length of the Calais and Troll Kingdoms.
"What's this?" Sarah asked, reaching down to touch the map where it was labelled the Ciren Forest. Gwendolyn batted her hand away.
"Don't touch that! It's a bad luck place, and you don't want anything to do with it"
Sarah gave her an incredulous look. "Why?"
Gwendolyn raised her head "Because, bad things happened there a long time ago. Humans were---" she bit her lip and lowered her voice. "Humans were brought there by trolls and Nosferatu, there is very black magic in that forest. Most people don't trust either of them just because of it."
"Let me just make sure I'm following this whole political scenario" Sarah said blandly. "Nosferatu-which I know as vampires, one of which sucked my hand-they and the trolls are fighting, and they both have land in this evil forest thingy-and they eat humans and have stable governments"
Gwendolyn sighed. "No-they all had to sign a treaty about three hundred years ago saying they wouldn't-well--- you know. And no one really believed it because how is a Nosferatu going to survive, you know, they live off blood. But then the portal to the Aboveground was lost and they didn't seem to be dying." She took a breath. "So in a way the Calais court was forced to recognize both lands as kingdoms, and not just the places sectioned off for savages by the ancestors."
"Oh" Sarah said dully. "So then why did Prince Dacian go for my hand?"
"Because you're human and very beautiful and he hasn't tasted human blood in probably four hundred years and couldn't control himself"
"Yes, and isn't it horrible for him"
Gwendolyn and Sarah turned to see the Goblin King leaning in the doorway looking at the coolly.
Gwen scowled "How long have you been standing there?"
"Quite a long time, actually" he grinned crookedly at her before entering the room. "Planning a trip?"
Gwendolyn looked down at the book and slammed it shut. "It's none of your business"
"She and Ilareo are going to some romantic little place for a holiday, once their married" Sarah said, giggling when Gwendolyn glared at her.
"Ah, how quaint" Jareth said, looking amused.
"Yes well, he thought it would be nice" Gwendolyn blushed
"I'm sure he does" Jareth sighed dramatically "So you're really going to marry him? You know, I do hold slightly higher rank then a guardsman, luv. You're sure you won't have me?"
"Oh, aye" Gwendolyn nodded. "You'll go marry some bubble head Elf princess"
"Technically," Jareth smirked "I can't, it would be inbreeding"
"Whatever"
Sarah watched the exchange with a smile. If she hadn't known better she would have thought they'd been married for years. She glanced at Jareth and he was staring at her rather intently, causing Sarah to blush and look away.
He strode over to her chair. "Lady Sarah" he purred "How did you sleep?"
She didn't like the meaning that his tone held. Oh god, what did I do, she thought desperately. "Er-fine"
"Really?" he asked quietly, his tone was that of someone who knew a secret and wasn't telling. "You were quite tired when I left you at your room"
"Oh, yes" so he had taken her back. "Um, thank you for taking me to my room"
"Oh" Jareth said silkily. "My pleasure"
Right, she definitely did not like the way that last word has sounded. Or maybe she had liked it, but knew it could only mean bad things. Or good things, depending on how one viewed the situation. Oh shut up brain, thought Sarah.
"Yeah, you were three sheets to the wind, Sarah" said Gwendolyn, bringing Sarah out of her reverie.
"Yeah, I'm a bit of a lightweight" Sarah agreed sheepishly. "I get--- well I usually get um--- " she cast a glance in Jareth direction and he was regarding her with thoughtful amusement. "Er--- weird."
"I wouldn't call that weird, luv" Jareth smiled "More like, oh, open?"
"Open?" Gwendolyn asked, laughing. "Oh dear"
"Ah--- I don't remember a thing" Sarah announced. "I really don't, it's all a blur. I can't even recall what we had for dinner"
Jareth looked noticeably disappointed. "Not anything?" he asked. Sarah thought he looked a bit like a pouting child at the moment. She wasn't sure she wanted to know why.
"No, nothing. Why?" she asked "Something important happen?"
"Oh, not really" he mused, an arrogant smirk playing about his lips.
"Oh" Sarah nodded, feeling uncomfortable. "Well if I said anything-I'm sorry"
"Don't be sorry" he said softly.
Sarah jerked her gaze towards him. He raised an eyebrow and casually vanished himself away.
"Ugh-I hate when he does that" she muttered
"Why?" Gwendolyn mumbled, she had opened the book again and was immersed in it. "Just wish him back if you need to say something to him"
'Wish him back?" Sarah repeated
Gwendolyn didn't answer and Sarah decided she would not wish him back. Ok, so she had a few questions. Such as, what had she done or said to him last night. Damn her bloody useless memory. Sarah drained her teacup and sighed. Her head ache was gone, and she was thankful. It was a very good substitute for not having Tylenol or painkiller drugs, she wished she could have some more of it.
She sat the cup down on the tray beside her and yelped when hot tea sloshed over the side and burned her hand. Gwendolyn looked up.
"What happened?"
"Nothing" Sarah sighed, pressing her lips to her burning hand. "I just spilled some---" It ten occurred to her that she had just finished that cup and there was suddenly more in there. "Gwen, are these tea cups charmed to be full?"
"No" Gwendolyn said. "Why?"
"Er--- because it was empty and now it's full again"
This time Gwendolyn looked up. "What do you mean?"
"I mean I drank all the tea, it was gone, empty, and then it was full again." Said Sarah, holding out the teacup to her.
"Oh, well, did you wish for more tea?" Gwen asked, peering into the cup.
"Erm-possibly"
"There you go" Gwendolyn smiled "You've just done a bit of magic, that's all"
"Magic?" Sarah palled. "But I can't do magic, I'm a human"
"A human who's been living in the Underground for nearly a month" Gwendolyn pointed out. "Come on, there's magic in the air, literally, didn't you think some of it would rub off on you?"
"No" Sarah said stubbornly. "I really didn't"
"Well I did" Gwendolyn shrugged "It's just a mater of time, I can teach you a few things"
"What? You mean like bubble bubble boil and trouble?" Sarah grinned
Gwendolyn looked perplexed. "Er--- what? Nevermind, don't tell me, it's probably some weird human thing I won't understand. No, here. Wish for something"
"Anything?"
She nodded "anything"
Sarah pressed her eyes together and wished with all her might for the Shakespeare book she had been reading at the Goblin Castle. When she opened her eyes Gwendolyn looked amused.
"You might find this hard to believe, but closing your eyes won't help"
"Oh shut up" Sarah mumbled, she was disappointed it hadn't worked. "I suppose I should wave my hand and a shower of glitter will just appear and my wish will come true"
"First of all" Gwendolyn smiled "You didn't wish to go home did you?"
Sarah was taken aback. It was shocking that hadn't been the first thing sh'ed think of wishing for. "N-no" she admitted. "I wished for a book"
"Oh" Gwen nodded. "Right, well it's a start. Think of the book, think of it in your hand, give your hand a bit of a wave and imagine the weight of it in your palm. Don't close your eyes."
Sarah nodded and imagined the book, she gave her hand a bit of a wave and to her surprise the very same book she had been reading toppled into her hands in a -can you believe it- shower of glitter.
"Oh god, please don't you start that" Gwendolyn moaned. "It's bad enough with his highness and his dramatic exits, don't you start adding to the glitter mess"
Sarah waved her hand again and more glitter appeared, she fanned it at Gwendolyn and squealed with delight "this is great, look at it"
"Agh it's getting up my nose! Stop it" Gwendolyn busted up laughing as she batted the glitter away. "You see, it isn't so hard"
"Does this mean I can travel without having to hug one of you? Sarah asked, excited.
"I don't know. Transporting yourself can be trickier then transporting something else. But go on, try it" Sarah bit her lips and concentrated on standing the hallway outside the library. She felt a strange sensation course through her and when she looked at her hand she saw it had gone all wavy and transparent before becoming solid again.
"Didn't work? Well, I don't know if it ever will" Gwendolyn shrugged "You're not Fae after all"
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Later that afternoon Jareth found himself caught between his mother and his sisters for tea. He decided that whoever had invented afternoon tea, must have done soley for the purpose of annoying him.
"Ooh-did I tell you?" Aislinn beamed. "I'm pregnant"
"Darling that's wonderful" The high queen gushed, from his overstuffed chair Jareth rolled his eyes. The poor child would most likely be ignored and simultaneously spoilt beyond all reason. A terror for the Elvin kingdom, no doubt.
"You must speak with my Midwife, she's just fabulous" Cymboline said, touching her sister's arm gently.
They all looked to Jareth for some sort of comment. He sighed "Er-well done, Aislinn"
"Honestly," Aislinn sniffed "I don't see you doing anything for the good of the kingdom."
"What does that mean?" he asked coldly
"What it means" she lamented, tossing her sleek blonde hair over her shoulder. "Is that you have courted every woman from here to the Pertishland and you have still not found a wife"
"I hardly see how it' any of our business" Cymboline said airily.
Jareth shot his elder sister a rare grateful look "Thank you"
"Well it is our business" Aislinn continued snappishly as she sipped her tea. Jareth did not miss the amused look his mother sent her way. "You are to be high king as soon as Mummy and Daddy retire-and the way Daddy carries on, he will need to retire before his health takes a turn for the worst. Then were would we be? You would sacrifice your Father's health because you can't be bothered to settle down"
"Don't be so bloody dramatic" Jareth muttered, rolling his eyes and knowing full well that she was right, as much as he hated to admit it. It seemed every time he spoke to anyone in the royal family they were encouraging him ot get married.
"Is there anyone new, Jareth dear?" His mother asked, biting her lips and smiling at him innocently. A bit too innocently.
"No" he bit out.
"Well then why don't you pick up with Bella or Naomi? Jaquetta was a lovely girl, and oh--- Jareth, you did so love spending time with Leila. Why, would it be so terrible to ask one of them to be your wife?"
"No, I'm sure they'd be quite willing" Jareth said arrogantly. It was almost funny how Bella, Naomi, Jaquetta, and Leila were all Duchess's, all blonde, blue eyed and curvy and all desperate to be High Queen.
"Well" Cymboline Said "I'm sure you'll find someone"
AN: Oh man, first of all: Show of hands who found chapter thirteen to be in bad taste, right, show of hands who wishes for more making out and snogging in dark corridors? Hmm. that's what I thought :D It's taking all of my willpower to focus on the plot and not turn this into one giant sex romp. Tee hee.
Thanks: (bloody hell) Missblu: Sarah and Jareth fluff is VERY good, sigh, there should be more of it, thanks. Silver Thief: oh I think it will be interesting. Come on, anything with Jareth and undergarments in the same general area is worth it. Jester3: *salutes* I will indeed, ta. Tasha21: Oooh! She's enthralled! Brilliant, cheers. :D Slytherinfirebolt: Er- I have a terrible David Bowie fixation. The reason it sounds like David Bowie saying the lines--- is because that's who saying them in my head *sighs* But I'm glad I've convinced you that Jareth's in character--- even though technically he's not-he's --- oh bloody hell, I can't be bothered. Thanks very much, you're wonderful for putting me on your fav list. Amber Darcy: I made Jareth Sexy? On, no, I couldn't possibly take such credit. :D Kalinda: *hands her the chapter on a silver platter* There you are. Cormak3032: Ooooh! I love you, you're one of the best writers on here, oh yay. You like me. Bloodlust night: *innocent look* Darling, I have no idea what you mean by lemon *snigger* Maskedmaiden: Ah, well, he very nearly did, I dare say. Thanks. I'll try to find less horrid places to stop next time. :D Emerald Skye: Oh, thank you, you're fabulous for keeping on reading. Skye Haerrington: Actually, I don't think drunkenness is a word. I don't know, my computer doesn't recognize it, but then again, it's very old and decrepit. Ah, well, you're lovely for reviewing. Kyra: I am lazy as well. Unique is good enough though, thanks. Zabella: Insane? Perhaps. Incredibly hormonal? Definitely. Desperately trying to be dramatic? Also another good possibility. Missy4: Thank you ever so much for reviewing. Lhiannan-Sidhe: YES! FINALLY! Someone got it. Oh, man, I was wondering how long before someone mentioned it. Strangely Devine is a play on this one line in 'Aladdin Sane' where he says "sake and strange divine". Anyway, a very little known French band called les pomplemouses, which is the grapefruits in English, they have a song called 'Strangely Devine'. It's a play on words really, de vine, would be something like of wine, I suppose, but it sounds like they've sampled Aladdin Sane on the track. So basically, the first chapter was written while listening to that song. And this was my chance to pimp out a great French indie band. Thanks. Winter5: Only a slight one *tee hee* Not that I'm implying there's anything slight about him. Natalie: Aye, I would as well. Good thing she doesn't remember. Somewhatdamaged: Hmmm, I think you're right. About the nice thing, there need to be more nice Jareth stories. Mine just might be different because, as I've said before, Jareth isn't based on Jareth, he's based on Bowie. *sighs* my bad. The Name Changer: Hah! There need to be more drunk people reading my stories! I was quite cracked out on several mega-watt painkillers when I wrote it, even though I'm not medically ailing from anything but boredom. Perhaps more people should read and write fan fiction in altered states of consciousness. Kaetha: I haven't seen the movie ages, I'll keep posting :D Jacall311: Ooh! Someone else who is *enthralled* this is very exciting, more enthralled people, please. The black swan: Aw, *blushes and kicks the floor* gee, thanks. Eme: Oh I'm quite jealous of Sarah. Sigh, thanks, I do my best with the descriptions.
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