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"O, really?" Sarah sidestepped Jareth. Now she was behind him. "You think your mind is so complex that I can't fathom it?" Jareth's mouth twisted into a sneer. "Don't fool yourself into believing that you are capable of seeing into my mind." He turned to face her. "A wife."
"What?" Sarah was incredulous. "That's what I want from you. I need a wife, and since you are the only one who has ever beaten my Labyrinth-" "O HELL NO!" Sarah yelled, but Jareth continued as if he hadn't heard her. "And considering the numerous gifts I have seen fit to bestow upon you, it is only natural that you be the one."
Sarah's head was spinning. Be his wife? Jareth wanted her to marry him? "If I were to take you up on this-this offer, what would I get out of it?" Jareth smiled lazily. "What exactly would you want?"
"Well, first of all the freedom to travel between the Underground and this world." Jareth nodded. "Alright. Done." She hadn't expected this at all. For him to just give in to her demand without even a hint of anger or hostility. "And I also want some magic of my own. None of this throwing me into an Obuliette to rot whenever you wish."
"Anything else?" His tone was a light one, but Sarah still felt suspicious. Why was he being so giving? It couldn't be because he was in such dire straits for a wife, there must be hundreds of Fae women who would be more than happy to fill the position.
So then why had he waited all this time to find her, to propisition her with this? Dimly, Sarah recalled what Jareth had said, the words she had believed were to distract her from her quest.
Fear me, love me. Do as I say and I will be your slave.