"Lady Sarah, I swear, I'll not let any harm come to you. My word as a
forester." He said. "That and lord Jareth would have my head." Sarah
giggled.
"Should I lean either way so I'm not blocking your view?" she asked.
"Just lean back and you'll be fine. Shall we depart Lord Jareth?"
Jareth nodded and kicked his horse. Anton did the same, but put an arm around Sarah's waist to hold her on. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She noticed his muscular figure as he held her tightly. She tried, but couldn't tear her eyes from him. He looked down and smiled at her.
"Enjoying yourself Lady Sarah?" he asked.
"Yes, but please, just Sarah. Jareth warned me that everyone would treat me like a queen, but to be honest, formality bites.' He laughed.
"Well then Sarah, you can just call me Anton. You prove less conceited then Jareth made you out to be. He mentioned a babe named Toby, enlighten me?"
"Well, about three days ago.." she went on and told the tale. "And since I've come back, he's told me I am but a child. He doesn't care about me, he just wants a trophy to prove he can have anything when he wants. Did I do wrong to leave him?' she asked. Anton thought for a moment.
"Sarah, he calls you a child because you are who knows how many years younger then he is, but he's wrong. You knew better then to sacrifice an innocent life for his happiness, but the question now is do you love him?" Sarah shook her head.
"He changes too much. He can be wise, cruel, or mocking. Only one kind gesture has he done for me, and that is a single red rose. It was beautiful. I don't think that it's a love thing though. I know that the relationship isn't going anywhere at the moment."
"So you're saying I have a chance?' he whispered in her ear. She turned to face him, but accidentally met his lips. His were warm and loving though, unlike Jareth's who always had to be controlling, dominent. She brought up a hand to his face, holding it gently.
"Was that a good enough answer?" she said softly. He kissed her neck and growled. "I'll take that as a yes." She put her and down on his arm. Jareth had listened to the whole thing. He slowed his horse down to a walk, as did Anton.
"Should I lean either way so I'm not blocking your view?" she asked.
"Just lean back and you'll be fine. Shall we depart Lord Jareth?"
Jareth nodded and kicked his horse. Anton did the same, but put an arm around Sarah's waist to hold her on. She leaned her head on his shoulder. She noticed his muscular figure as he held her tightly. She tried, but couldn't tear her eyes from him. He looked down and smiled at her.
"Enjoying yourself Lady Sarah?" he asked.
"Yes, but please, just Sarah. Jareth warned me that everyone would treat me like a queen, but to be honest, formality bites.' He laughed.
"Well then Sarah, you can just call me Anton. You prove less conceited then Jareth made you out to be. He mentioned a babe named Toby, enlighten me?"
"Well, about three days ago.." she went on and told the tale. "And since I've come back, he's told me I am but a child. He doesn't care about me, he just wants a trophy to prove he can have anything when he wants. Did I do wrong to leave him?' she asked. Anton thought for a moment.
"Sarah, he calls you a child because you are who knows how many years younger then he is, but he's wrong. You knew better then to sacrifice an innocent life for his happiness, but the question now is do you love him?" Sarah shook her head.
"He changes too much. He can be wise, cruel, or mocking. Only one kind gesture has he done for me, and that is a single red rose. It was beautiful. I don't think that it's a love thing though. I know that the relationship isn't going anywhere at the moment."
"So you're saying I have a chance?' he whispered in her ear. She turned to face him, but accidentally met his lips. His were warm and loving though, unlike Jareth's who always had to be controlling, dominent. She brought up a hand to his face, holding it gently.
"Was that a good enough answer?" she said softly. He kissed her neck and growled. "I'll take that as a yes." She put her and down on his arm. Jareth had listened to the whole thing. He slowed his horse down to a walk, as did Anton.