A/N: Plot bunnies like to attack me in my sleep. I was just drifting off and bam! This one stuck like lighting, so I though I'd jot it out. I don't have a beta-reader so this is probably crap, but at two thirty in the morning I really don't care, if some one would like to edit this for me, just let me know. Enjoy the unexpected, second installment of When You Lose Your Dreams.
Jareth still watched her every now and again. It was hard to forget a girl like Sarah, and how he'd watched her grow from a beautiful girl to a desirable young woman, in less than thirteen hours. He especially watched her on the anniversary of that transition.
It was a lovely wedding and he'd had to admit even some Fae weddings paled in comparison. The bride's love affair with owls was a small irony that elicited a bitter chuckle from the watchful king when he saw her dress. He could imagine Sarah in that dress, but he would have never been so conceited as to have an owl embroidered on her wedding dress. No it would have been hundreds of little fairies, as she seemed to love them despite the biting. Her ability to forgive small trespasses never failed to endear her to him. He needed to stop this train of thought, it would take him nowhere useful. He decided resolutely to just focus on how Sarah seemed to be fairing, for his own well-being. If he couldn't keep her, he could at least reassure himself that she was well.
He watched her face throughout the ceremony, and all the emotions that passed over it. She was like an open book his Sarah, and he loved her all the more for it. It was a sad thing that to this day he would still move the stars for her, despite everything.
When something that stuffy old priest said peeked her attention, Jareth decided it was time for him to pay attention as well, he knew what happened at weddings, especially the ones where the traditional vows were exchanged.
"To Love, Honor, and Obey…" And there it was, the most important line of the ceremony. He watched as Sarah's face suddenly paled, and she shook her head, her eyes filling with sadness he hadn't expected to see there. And he thought perhaps she might have remembered his words to her before the end, and in the ballroom. He watched as she went through the rest of the day in a haze and he was watching when she collapsed into tears in her bedroom. He smiled bitterly, his love for her causing a tug at his heart as she cried. He wished he could go to her, but as much as he wanted to be there to try her tears he could not. He was a king and was bound by duty, and the laws of magic. Unless called he could not come, and so he waited to see if she'd call him again. After all, he had only forever. Not long at all.
A/N2: Revised now some...14 years later because I just realized it existed and could not let those typos stand.