"Hahahahah…" Sarah chortled wildly to herself. Lying under a tree that reminded her of the tree she once fell asleep under, drugged by a magic peach, a thought shot through her strained mind.
"Oh, Jareth, oh dear Jareth…I get it…I get it now…you think I'll change…you think I won't be this, your abject slave, if you reveal yourself to be one who rules with kindness instead of cruelty…hahahahah…"
She laughed to cause disquiet for the birds in the creaking tree limbs above.
Rolling over on her side and clutching the exposed root of the tree, she addressed it in a half stupor, eyes fixed on something burned into her mind.
"This much you do not understand, no…my liege…I am bound by a chain fiercer and heavier than any cruelty you might compose. Realize, any power you have over me draws from that, not these silly games…games…games…"
She sniggered, rolled back over to face the sky and let the breeze pass lightly over her drawn features. Then breathed several calming breaths, letting her sober reflections get the better of her for a moment.
"Inhale, one, two, three…ah Jareth…your name I say it so often it is something like my pulse or my heartbeat. Ah what a pity, what a pity…you wish your love to wallow in this pathetic state forever?"
More deranged laughter.
She rolled a bit more to the other side and let her hands trail along the tree root in imitation of a caress. Heedless, she let her lips draw near the glimmering bark as if by doing so she could somehow draw her lips nearer to the one she desired.
At last, her hands in their aimless fumbling stumbled upon something round, soft and squishy.
A peach…