AN: Well, here is the next post as promised. It's a bit longer than the last one and I hope you enjoy it. And don't forget to review, it doesn't take long and it surely brightens my day!

The goblin led Sarah through the dilapidated castle towards the Banquet hall. When they arrived, Jareth was sitting at the end of a long table, set with mounds of food. Sarah felt her stomach yearn for food, but suppressed the urge to dive right in.

Jareth motioned impatiently for her to sit at the table, and she obliged. She took her share of food and waited for the Goblin King to speak to her, but he seemed preoccupied with something else.

His rudeness did not phase her, for she rather liked the silence after her rampage last night. If this was what life would be like for her for now on, Sarah did not think she would mind. Jareth could be maniacal at times, but he did not seem to want to cause her pain. Well, at least not physical pain.

Sarah finished her breakfast, and gasped as she noticed that Jareth was now standing at her elbow. His frequent popping up without a sound would take some getting used to, but she would have to manage.

"Finished? Good." Jareth said, not waiting for her reply. He grasped her by the elbow and lead her out of the hall. "I figured that you should have a proper tour of the castle."

He had led her back to the throne room and he called out to a nearby goblin to assist him. The goblin was given quick orders to show her around, and Sarah dared to ask, "Aren't you going to show me yourself?"

"Me?" Jareth asked with laughter. "My Sarah, I'm far to busy to deal with simple matters such as a tour. Now off you go."

Jareth's condescending tone annoyed her, but she followed the goblin away from him. If he was always going to treat her like that, then it would be better for her to stay far away.

Sarah's tour of the castle had been time consuming, but not at all as interesting as she had hoped. But now that she was back in her room, she felt at ease. This place could truly be her home. It was what laid behind her door that she could never live in. She had come to terms with the fact that she would never feel comfortable in Jareth's domain.

Night had fallen quickly, and Sarah wondered if time in the Underground was different from what she had thought. Standing in front of her mirrored vanity, Sarah brushed her hair as her mind went over everything she had seen that day. She had been worried all along that Jareth would be a tyrant with her, but she had not seen him since breakfast. She had skipped lunch, and dinner had been brought to her chambers by several goblins.

All in all, this did not seem like a bad arrangement. Her life would indeed be livable here.

"How did you enjoy my castle, Sarah?" Jareth's voice asked from behind her. Sarah did not see his reflection in the mirror and she dropped her brush as she turned to face him. Her heart pounded uncontrollably as she saw him standing in front of her. His eyes seemed to appraise her, and she was conscious of thin shift she was wearing for bed.

Sarah's hand found her dressing robe, and she slid it on as quickly as possible while Jareth laughed. "Did I frighten you?"

"Have you ever hear of knocking?" Sarah asked with a huff.

"Knocking? In my own castle?" Jareth asked with disbelief. "I wouldn't dream of it."

"Well..." Sarah started. She gulped from his imposing stare and tried again, "What do you want?"

She inwardly kicked herself for uttering these words, for one of Jareth's eyebrows rose and a smirk formed on his lips. But his answer was not one that she imagined, "I was curious, did you look out at the night sky?"

"What? Why would I?" Sarah asked, caught off guard by his question.

"Come with me and look out at the sky." Jareth said, leading her to a balcony that did not exist the night before. He took her out and pointed up to the sky, and Sarah's breath escaped her. The stars formed no constellations that she would have been familiar with, but she knew the image still. An outline of her face was drawn by stars in the celestial heavens above. Jareth leaned in close to her and whispered into her ear, "See what I have done?"

"You did this...for me?" Sarah asked, one hand clasping her robe closed in front of her to shield her from the wind.

"Sarah, I move the stars for no one." Jareth said with a hint of annoyance, and then asked, "Have I lived up to your expectations yet?"

"Expectations? I have none for you." Sarah said, telling him the truth. He did not bother to listen to her reply, but instead continued with his line of thought.

"I gave you an offer back when you first came to the Labyrinth, remember?" Jareth asked, not waiting for her reply. "All I asked was for you to fear me, love me, do as I say and I would be your slave."

"I remember." Sarah said, looking out at the Labyrinth which surrounded the castle.

"And your reply is?" Jareth prodded. Sarah knew what he wanted to hear, and she was ready to answer. But her answer was stopped when she realized something.

"Wait." Sarah said, shaking her head and then looking him in the eye. "Isn't that oxymoronic?"

"What are you talking about?" Jareth asked with impatience. "Just answer the question."

"I can't. How can you be my slave if I am the one that has to do what you say?" Sarah asked.

"I grow tired with your meaningless questions." Jareth said, walking back into her chambers and ignoring her point completely.

"You can't answer, can you?" Sarah asked, following him. "You're my creation, and if I don't give you the answer, you don't know it."

"Oh, come on, Sarah. We've been through this before." Jareth said sitting down in one of the chairs in the room and throwing his leg over the arm. "You didn't imagine me."

"Then how do you explain the fact that everything in the Labyrinth is a creation of my imagination?" Sarah countered, believing to have won the argument.

"What makes you think that your imagination made up the Labyrinth?" Jareth asked with mock. "How could you possibly come up with the idea of me?"

"I had a dream when I was younger of this place. I remember it so vividly." Sarah said, remembering the first night she had had that recurring dream.

"No you didn't." Jareth said with scorn. "Haven't you ever heard that dreams are a window into a different world? I'm real enough, and you can't take credit for creating me."

Sarah stood for a moment with her mouth hanging open. Could he be telling the truth? Was everything that happened in the Underground out of her hands?

"I want to go back." Sarah finally said.

"Go back? Where?" Jareth asked. Sarah stepped up closer to him and showed that her resolve was firm.

"I want to go back home." Sarah stated.

"You can't. This is your home now." Jareth said, getting up out of the chair quickly. He left her chambers in a hurry, but not without leaving her with the words, "You can only exist in the Underground now, you made sure to that."

The door slammed shut, and Sarah was left alone to puzzle his parting words.