Chapter 5

Jareth and Sarah rematerialized back in the castle moments later. For a second Sarah thought Jareth had taken them back to his bed room, but when she looked around more carefully she discovered that she had never been in this room before. It was smaller than Jareth's room, but was similarly decorated to his and was certainly nicer than the one Jareth had put her in at first. Sarah gazed around the room for a second then she realized that Jareth still had his arms around her and she was gripping onto his shirt tightly. She quickly let go, pushing Jareth's hands away and taking a step back from him.

Jareth gazed at her momentarily then spoke. "This will be your room now." He said.

Sarah stood in silence for a second. "Emm, thank you." She said.

Jareth tipped his head down and smiled. "You are most welcome my dear." He said. "May I suggest you take a bath." He continued as he pointed at Sarah. "Dust is not very becoming."

Sarah looked down at her dress and hands, they were covered in dust, mud and spider webs. "Yeah and who's fault is that." She mumbled to herself.

She looked up at Jareth, who was staring at her. "I'll bid you farewell for now." He said as he marched towards the door and opened it. He turned to face Sarah again. "I will be leaving the door unlocked, if you wish to tour the castle or grounds please call on me and I will accompany you. Disobey and I will lock this door." With that he shut the door behind him and Sarah listened as he marched off down the hallway.

Sarah stood staring at the door for a short while after Jareth had left. Then she turned round to get a better look at the room.

A large four poster bed sat in the middle of the room. There was also a vanity table with a mirror and a chair in front of it, a large wardrobe and a door at the far end of the room Sarah expected lead to the bath room, like in Jareth's room. There was also a large marble fireplace with a copper bath sitting in front of it, next to the bath was a robe and a large fluffy towel hanging over a rack. Sarah walked over to examine the bath more closely and found there were two silver taps in the middle of one side, they didn't seem to be connected to any pipes, Sarah turned them on and was surprised when water started flowing from them.

"No way." She said out loud as she raised her eyebrows. "Must be magic or something." She continued as she got undressed, just leaving her clothes where they lay. The bath was filled up in minutes and Sarah turned the taps off and climbed in carefully. The water was just the right temperature and Sarah sunk right into the bath enjoying the comforting feeling of the water surrounding her. She hadn't had a bath for ages, you were only allowed showers at green acre, incase you drowned.

Sarah lay in the bath for a moment and noticed a small table next to the bath, it had on it an assortment of shampoo's and soaps. She picked up a large bottle of shampoo and began rubbing it in her hair. Then she picked up some soap and began washing the rest of herself.

After several minutes of lying in the bath, Sarah glanced at her fingers to discover they were starting to wrinkle. "Well I better get out I suppose." She said out loud to herself as she climbed out the bath.

She then picked up the towel and wrapped it round herself, it was oh so soft and warm and she dried herself carefully. Then she slipped into the robe making sure she wasn't exposing herself and folded the towel and placed it on the chair.

Immediately after she had done this the door flew open and Jareth confidently walked in carrying a large bundle of clothes.

"Never heard of knocking." Sarah said as she crossed her arms over her chest, "I could have been naked."

Jareth just smiled, a suggestive smile, and Sarah wished she hadn't said that last bit. "Oh what a terrible thing that would have been." He said as he placed the clothes on the bed. "This is my castle Sarah, all doors are open to me, I don't need permission to enter a room because all the rooms belong to me."

Sarah frowned.

"Don't do that, its not very ladylike." Jareth said as he adjusted his gloves. "I have bought you some more clothes." He pointed at the bed. "I think you should get some sleep."

"I'm not tired." Sarah said bluntly.

Jareth smiled again. "Well then, we can discuss the wedding plans then, time, date, clothing, food." He said as he counted them off on his fingers.

"Okay," Sarah said sarcastically. "How about in 300yrs time, I think I'm free then."

"Well I'm afraid I was thinking a bit sooner, yes, three days time would suit me better." Jareth said.

"Three days!" Sarah shouted.

"There is no need to shout." Jareth said calmly.

Sarah shook her head. "Well I'm sorry to burst your bubble oh Goblin King, but I am not going to marry you."

Jareth walked quickly up to Sarah. She was so tempted to step back but she decided to stand her ground, show him she was not weak.

Jareth lifted his hands up, he wanted so badly to grip her arms and shake her, make her understand that she was going to marry him and that was that. But he resisted the urge and just placed his hands on his hips and glared at her intently.

"You will marry me in three days." He said firmly. "You will behave like the future queen of the goblins." He continued before Sarah could interrupt. "You will not disrespect me, I am your king and future husband and I will have your respect."

Sarah just stood and stared at Jareth, he stared back willing her to look away, to give in to his power, Sarah would not give him that pleasure. Yes he did frighten her somewhat, but he was also an intriguing man. Sarah wondered if she would ever be able to have a civilized conversation with him, without him constantly reminding her he had the authority, he had the power.

You have no power over me.

She has the most beautiful eyes Jareth thought as at he stared at his young bride to be. The sternness of her actions and voice were reflected in her eyes. She was coming out of her shell, starting to revert to her former self. The strong willed young woman who defeated him not so many years ago not the nervous, feeble being that the mental home had turned her into, this was the Sarah he once fell in love with.

After what seemed an eternity, Jareth took a step back, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You should get some rest." He said firmly, Sarah realized from the sound of his voice there would be no arguing with him. "Good night sweet Sarah." He continued as he walked up to her and placed a light kiss on her forehead, cupping her chin gently.

Sarah closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her skin, it felt so right, she thought as she drifted into a daydream. Then she realized that the lips had left her head and Jareth was walking across the room. She opened her eyes just in time to see him opening and then closing the door, he didn't look back.

Sarah drifted over to the bed, her legs felt weak, why was this happening? She shook her head, bringing her self back to reality. She was not falling for him, he was the evil King who stole her brother, imprisoned her in his castle and is making her marry him. He is a wizard, it must be a spell she thought, he was casting a spell on her and she was not amused

Her mind drifted back to the kiss, Sarah stared blankly at the opposite wall, a smile playing on her lips.