The morning of the wedding was clear and crisp. The butterflies in Sarah's stomach refused to abate even with several herbal drinks inside her. Angelica and Flora helped her into a dress of ivory silk with threads of gold running through it. Thousands of diamonds were scattered through the veil, and sewn into the bodice, sparkling as she moved in the light. The final vision was breathtaking and Angelica and Flora stood back with happy smiles on their faces

"Oh wait until His highness sees you Sarah! He'll be knocked for six!"

"You'll be the belle of the ball tonight Sarah" said Angelica, a sentiment that wasn't far from the truth.

"I'm so nervous" Sarah confessed "All these people that are coming, I don't know any of them, I won't know what to say to them, or how to act"

"Don't worry my dear, you'll find the right words when the time comes"

"I hope you're right Flora, I really do"

Flora was right on two accounts, Jareth had never seen anything so beautiful in his life, and when the time came for them to attend the ball, as husband and wife, king and queen, Sarah found that the words did come naturally, charming even the most cantankerous personality in attendance. Jareth looked at his wife, talking to her guests, a feeling of pride, and possession washing over him. She was his now, he'd never have to be without her again, and she was filling her position fantastically. He watched her as she graciously danced with several guests, young and old until her final partner caused his easily stimulated jealousy to flare and he interrupted their dance and brought Sarah into his own arms, holding her close as possible, inhaling her aroma. She smiled up at him, and she felt the happiness surge through her. This was exactly what she had spent the last five years trying to get back to, her and Jareth.