Sarah's POV
Jareth pulled out two chairs, and invited her to sit down. She sat down, then he did, only to jump back up.
"I won't do this."
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I won't have you marry just to learn how to use your Magik!"
"Jareth I-"
He looked at her. "No one ever who ever marries for something as trivial as that is happy, not really, Sarah. Look at me."
She looked. Hard.
"I'm old, older than you can imagine, Sarah."
And hotter.
"Sarah, love isn't everything, and people who marry for love don't always stay together. Sarah, I don't want that for you. I want you to be happy forever. You shouldn't marry me, not if you won't be happy." He paused. "Sarah, I'm selfish, I'm cruel. I practically ignore my subjects, who I should never not pay attention to. I am set in my ways. I watched you without your consent for years. I don't really care what others want, and use awful methods to get my own way. I use trickery, and reorder time. I am never fair. I lie to people. Everything I own is ugly and twisted." he sat down desolately. "No one should marry someone like me, no one, especially not you."
Sarah watched this rant with unimpressionable eyes. He was really, really upset about what she had said. He was entirely upset. She had to fix this somehow. But, what should she do? She paused, then asked an entirely different question. What would Jane Eyre do?
She took a deep breath and stood up, then walked over to him and sat on his lap.
"Do you want me to marry you, or are you trying to convince me not to?" She asked. "'Cause I'm honestly confused."
He looked at her. "What?"
"I seem to remember you asking me you marry you."
He blinked at her in the confusion. "I-I did."
"And now, just now, I'm entirely certain that you told me every single one of your faults as you see them."
"I did point out all of my faults."
"As you see them, yes?"
"Yes…"
"Now, give me a moment." She paused. "Can I tell you a few things?"
"Of course, Sarah love."
"Why should you want to marry me?" She looked at him. "I am prideful. I am ignorant. I don't always say the right thing. I am easily confused, even more easily distracted. I don't sound like royalty. Why should you want to marry a girl like me?"
"Because that's not all you are, Sarah love."
"You are impossible."
"Why?"
"Because you aren't seeing it, Jareth. That's not all you are."
Jareth started at her, uncomprehending. She sighed.
"You are selfish, yes. You are extremely set in you own ways. You did watch me for years with out my knowledge. You aren't ever fair. You do lie to people. According just to that, I would be insane to even think of marrying you."
Jareth's POV
He nodded. She was right. "You're-"
"Not done yet." She interrupted him. "I've a few more things to say. Love may not really be everything, but it really is a lot to me, and people do marry for love. In fact, I think I am. Let me reorder your list for you. Cruel? No, I say. Impossible, yes, but never cruel. You don't ignore your subjects-you can practically list their favorite foods. And, everything you own isn't ugly and twisted, Jareth. You own your castle, and your clothes." She paused, "You own my heart, you know. Are you calling that ugly and twisted? Would you prefer not to own another ugly and twisted thing, Goblin King?"
Jareth blinked. Sarah was sitting in his lap. She had just pointed out all of his faults. She was correcting what he thought was wrong with him. He grasped for something he could respond to. "Your heart, ugly and twisted? Your heart is as pure as the driven snow, and as beautiful as you are."
"Do you want me to take it back?"
"Sarah, I cannot leave you with out a heart."
"Then give me yours, and take my hand."
"Sarah-"
"I said I had a few more things I wished for you to do, did I not?"
"Your other conditions?"
"Yes, those." She nodded. "I have one, now you."
Jareth blinked. "I have to give you a condition?" She nodded. He looked hopeless. "Well, um. You need to meet the heads of state of the other races."
She looked wary. "Alright. Jareth, one of my other conditions is that we work together, like partners."
Jareth paused for a moment. "Can we work these out later? This is hard. I really don't expect anything from you but to be you."
She half smiled. "Well, that's really all ask of you."
Jareth grinned and snapped his fingers. "Maybe. But, maybe, now we could finish our meal?"
She grinned back. "Maybe we could."
The clock started to chime thirteen.
Final chapter. Had to be titled Thirteen. Is chapter 13. Priceless misuse of artistic license. Thank you to any one who reviewed or is going to reviews.
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