A Prophecy Speaks
Author's Note: Do not own Labyrinth, still own Agee.
Chapter 10 – or – Preparations
"Miss Sarah? Miss Sarah? You must wake up Miss Sarah. Time to dress for dinner!" Agee gently shook Sarah's shoulder.
Sarah woke up and swung her legs off the bed. She smirked when she realized His Majesty must have placed her there. She saw the thick piece of parchment lying on her nightstand and wondered what the Goblin King had to say. She picked it up.
"Dearest Sarah,
Check your wardrobe. Dinner will be at eight. I will trust you will let Agee escort you this time. Do try not to lose her. – J."
Sarah put the letter down and walked over to the wardrobe. Opening the doors, she stared at the gown hanging next to her royal robe. It was so pretty. She wondered how he always picked the right thing. She told herself to remember to ask him.
"Agee? How long do I have?" Sarah asked the goblin.
"An hour, Miss Sarah," Agee stated as she began to make the bed.
Sarah walked to the bathroom and turned on the faucet. The tub filled with hot water. She lowered herself in slowly. A shelf next to the tub held various soaps. Sarah washed her body, relishing in the scent and the feel of the suds against her skin. She washed her dark tresses and massaged her scalp with her fingernails.
Reluctantly, Sarah got out of the tub, and then swore when she realized she had no way to dry her hair. She put on a robe.
"Damn. Having Jareth's magic would be great if I could dry my hair with it. Jareth!" Sarah called.
"Yes?" Jareth asked amusedly from behind her.
Sarah turned.
"Can you do something about my wet hair?" she asked.
Jareth tossed a crystal at his drowned rat and her hair was not only dried, but also dressed with curls and the golden ribbons from her vanity. Her hair was piled on top of her head with a single thick curl caressing her neck.
"Thank you." Sarah murmured, and Jareth disappeared.
Sarah used makeup sparingly, just a little lip paint and some eyeliner Then she set about getting dressed.
When she was done she looked in the mirror. She conceded she looked good.
Sarah had done some thinking while she was bathing. When push came to shove she would find herself in the same bed with Jareth. She had better confront the problem of kissing him head-on. Not that kissing him would be such a bad thing.
At eight, Agee opened Sarah's bedroom door, and they started the walk to the dining room.