Two weeks came and went, Sarah fell into routine, her heart began to heal from the wounds of her loss, and her body began to change.

"Sarah, come here child." Bruhild had quickly warmed to the newest maid; it was hard not to like her. "That's right; now open your mouth for me." Sarah complied. "Looks like you're growing some fangs on you."

"Fangs?!"

"Calm yourself now, let me have another look." Sarah bent down again. "Yes, some sharp ones too. Not Vampire or Werewolf, certainly not Dragon. They don't appear to have the pink sheen of pixie either. What do you think Grudel?" The dwarf made her way over and looked into Sarah's mouth.

"Blimey. I's think's them be Fae teeth if you's be askin me." Sarah backed away from the pair.

"I'm becoming like…like…" The young maid did not want to offend her friends; she knew that they held great loyalty to the king.

"His Majesty?"

"That's not… I didn't…"

"You didn't say it, but you were thinking it. I'm not surprised; with Hoggle as a friend you can't have heard anything nice about His Majesty." It took Sarah a moment to realize that she was about to spill her secret.

"I'd say 'is Majesty would be prejudice against her too, with a name like Sarah." Grudel laughed at her own joke. The newcomer had already been told the story of her adventure from the occupant's point of view. Sarah's curiosity got the better of her though, no matter how much she already knew.

"What would he do to that Sarah, if she returned?"

"'ed prolly lock her in his room and not let her out the sheets for the rest of eternity." The dwarf fell over herself laughing. Bruhild slapped the dwarf on the arm.

"Be nice," She turned to look at Sarah. "The king truly loved that girl, the whole castle knows it. He still loves her."

"So 'ed marry 'er and then lock 'er in 'is bedroom forever." Grudel did not notice the look of surprise on Sarah's face from Bruhild's comment. The king truly loved that girl.

"I...I should get to my other duties." She rushed out of the room, thoughts running through her mind at the speed of light. Them are Fae teeth. He still loves her. In her daze she did not notice that her duties brought her to the vary place she wanted to be least, the King's room. Shrugging at her absent mindedness the half human continued her cleaning. She froze at the sound of the door opening. He's back today. Controlling her breathing, Sarah continued dusting. The half mortal looked through the mirror she was cleaning at the Fae who had entered. Jareth. He ignored her presence and began to undress. Blushing, Sarah moved onto a different item, not wanting to watch. Or not wanting to be caught watching. Came an inner voice, she blushed even deeper. The silence bit into Sarah, she broke it, searching for a reason to leave the room that now contained a half-dressed being from her teenage dreams.

"Shall I run you a bath your Majesty?" The monarch was silent for a moment.

"Yes do that. Also, as you are new, I will warn you, once. Do not enter my rooms after dinner, I always have… guests."

"Yes, your Majesty." She moved to the bathroom to start his bath. She made a quick exit after the tub was filled.

Running down the hallway; trying to get as far away from the king and his bedroom as possible, Sarah ran into Bruhild. Literally.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching." The mortal helped the housekeeper to her feet.

"It's quite alright dear, I wasn't watching either. I was going to get you actually; I never quite finished my explanation." They headed toward Sarah's room. There were no Fae servants, so her room was still her own.

"Explanation?"

"Yes. I was going to further explain the races of this world." The Halfling opened the door and sat herself upon Sarah's bed, with only a little help from a footstool. "You see those not born in the Underground aren't the only ones who change. Take me for example. I was born a goblin, but somethin in me decided that being a goblin wasn't for me, so I changed. I became half-goblin, and half-elf. Some completely change species instead of a simple half-change. As for his Majesty, he was born full-blooded Fae, but he doesn't have the right personality to be full Fae. Oh, he's pretty close to them, being ¾, but he's also a quarter Incubi. You could tell it wasn't a full half cause he doesn't have the wings."

"In…Incubi?" Why am I not surprised?

"Yeah, that's why most of the court thought that he and Princess Illena were a perfect match, her being half-succubi and all. He hates her though, their having a terrible fed, seeing who can last the longest." Bruhild shook her head warily as she moved toward the door.

"Last longer?"

"Sure, its in their natures to compete, but they both always last till morning."

"Till…oh." A competition, using sex?

"She should be here tonight, it being Tuesday and all." Every week? "Say, I'm short a runner today, would you fill in for him at dinner tonight? You probably won't have to do anything, but I'd like to have someone there just incase."

"Sure"

Sarah filled in with the other runners, placing her dish and then taking her place in an alcove, ready to be called for if something was needed. Grudel joined her in the dark corner.

Jareth entered escorting a girl who looked younger than Sarah.

"Is that Princess Illena?" She whispered to Grudel, disgusted with the idea of Jareth sleeping with someone so young.

"Her? Oh heavens no, that's his sister Queen Ake, the Dragon Queen. He never eats with Illena, not food at least." The dwarf laughed silently at her own joke. Sarah bristled and suddenly felt like hitting her companion, but stopped herself. Don't kill the messenger….wait…am I jealous? No, not because of him…right? The pair was close enough to the table to hear the conversation.

"So brother, how are things with your…special guests?" She's direct. The king sighed before replying to his sister's question.

"They are beginning to bore me, even Illena is starting to grow tiresome, and I believe that I will defeat her tonight."

"Really? Then what will you do with your Tuesday nights?"

"I believe I'll drop all of my present 'friends'. I'd like some new 'entertainment'." Ake pulled a sheet of paper out of her sleeve.

"Princess Estonia, the youngest daughter of King Ferush, has taken an interest in you. All of the Serpentine princesses and ladies are presently vying for your attention. I believe there are thirty-two all together, but judging by their attention span it won't last long. There are a few various others if you'd like to take a look." She passed the paper to the other monarch. He has a list of girls who want to sleep with him? And his sister is his pimp?

The king read over the paper. "Garshue." Out of an alcove across the room from Sarah, an elf answered his king's calls/

"Yes, sire?"

"Set a dinner date with Princess Estonia of the Phoenix Kingdom for Thursday of next week."

"Of course, sire. Shall I inform the Princess Fortuna that you will have to cancel your previous arrangements?" The elf had taken out a pad of paper and began writing.

"Yes, send notice to all of my usual guests. Wait to deliver them until the morning."

"Of course, your Majesty." A clock chimed the eighth hour, sending a shiver of memory down Sarah's back, as the chiming always did.

"That is my cue sister dear; shall I see you next week? Unless, of course, you have a guest of your own?" He questioned teasingly.

"Next week it is. As of yet, my guests are merely of the political kind." Ake gave her brother a polite bow and disappeared.

Sarah was headed back to her rooms when a sudden realization hit her. My supplies are still in his rooms. In her haste to escape his presence she had left them. If he finds them Bruhild will be in deep trouble. She rushed to his chambers and paused outside. No noise came from within the room, so she picked up her supplies. Her bag was the last item; it lay under the tub. Just as she put the last of her items in the bag, the door to the suite opened.

"Shit." If he finds me here, I'm in so much trouble, not to mention the fact that I doubt he'll let me get away with not looking at him. He can't see my face. She decided to wait for him to go to bed, until she heard a feminine giggle and remembered his dinnertime conversation. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck." Barely keeping her curses at a whisper, Sarah set in for a long wait. Several hours later a silence filled to room, startling Sarah out of her daze.

Muffled footsteps headed for the bathing room door, in a panic, the young woman grabbed her bag and headed for a second door in the bathroom, one she had only ever polished, never opened. She quietly closed the door behind her. Concentrating on the door and what lay beyond, it took her a moment to notice her surroundings.