Jareth sat on the wall of the well with a white daisy in his left hand. He plucked each petal with his right hand one by one.
"She loves me... She loves me not... She loves me..." he continued until the daisy was out of petals.
"She loves me not..." He sighed as several tears rolled down his cheeks. He lowered his hands to his knees.
Sarah came running towards him. He heard her and quickly discarded the remaining flower.
"Jareth! I'm so sorry about what I said! Please-"
"S-Sarah, listen, it's okay. I know I look horrid, but please. Save yourself the trouble of feeling remorse. It's completely okay."
"I just came to apologize and ask what was for dinner. I'm starving and thought maybe we could talk everything out..." she trailed.
"Please, let me take you to dinner. It would be my pleasure. My slaves should have it ready very soon!" He raised his elbow offering it to her to hold on to as they walked. Sarah graciously accepted it.
They walked through the garden together, arm in arm.
"This garden is so lovely this time of year, is it always like this?" Sarah asked.
"Why yes, my subjects keep it this way year round for those to look at and admire"
"It's simply wonderful!" Sarah exclaimed.
"And it will be all yours someday..." Jareth started.
"Wait, all mine? When? Why?" Sarah questioned, looking up at him. Her eyes filled with wonder.
"Yes, when you accept me as yours. And because you deserve everything you desire and so much more."
Sarah didn't know what to say. She simply looked down and stayed silent.
They neared the castle doors.
"Here, m'lady." Jareth said, pulling his arm away from her and opening the door and motioning her inside.
Sarah smiled at him and walked inside, Jareth following close behind.
They walked through the halls together, Jareth's heels click-clacking in the quiet hallway.
They finally reached the dinning room and entered. Jareth pulled out a seat for Sarah and walked to the other end of the table and sat down.
He clapped twice and in a rush many goblins came bumbling out of the many doors to the kitchen carrying trays heaped with food. Roast turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, rolls, and some even with beautiful crystal glasses full of punch.
Sarah watched, absolutely bewildered.
"You eat like this three times a day, every single day?" She questioned leaning on the table.
Jareth simply nodded and smiled. "A meal fit for a king... and a queen" he winked.
Sarah smiled back. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad after all.