Sorry this took so long guys! It was actually meant to be the first half of a chapter but I got really busy and it sort of just stayed on my computer for ages so I figured I may as well just add it in and wait for some ideas to come to me!

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Jareth frowned down at the paperwork in front of him. He had been trying to concentrate for the last three hours but instead of the paper he could only see Sarah's eyes, silently pleading for him to let her go. He looked up and into the mirror he had transported into his study. She was still crying. Jareths frown deepened-she would make herself sick at this rate.

He was startled by a tap on his door and told them to enter. Aiden, his chief advisor walked slowly in, his eyebrows rising as he looked into the mirror. 'So this is the girl?' He asked disdainfully.

Jareth shot him an icy look. 'Watch your tone Aiden.'

His advisor snorted. 'With all due respect Jareth, you have broken numerous rules bringing her here and I don't think the council is going to look away this time…' Jareth silenced him with a look.

'What I do is none of the councils business. I plan to join with her before they get wind of an adult being brought here.'

Aidens eyes widened. 'You can't seriously think the girl will accept a proposal of marriage? Not only did you illegally bring a mortal here- her being over twenty one, but you sent her chosen mate back with no memory of her!'

Jareth slammed a fist down on the desk and stood, moving out from behind his desk to intimidate his advisor. 'She doesn't need to accept a proposal. She is MINE. All she needs is my ring on her finger and the council cannot take her from me.'

Aiden contemplated what he was saying. He had known Jareth his whole life and before they were king and advisor they were best friends. Jareth was usually a good, fair king but the girl had changed him somehow, making him irrational and angry.

Aiden looked into the mirror. He would have to go see just what was so special about the girl.

'Jareth forgive me but I just don't understand. I'm sure she's beautiful but why couldn't you have chosen to become obsessed over one of the numerous fey women vying for your attention? The repercussions of this will be enormous.'

Jareth shook his head. 'Don't you see Aiden? I don't care anymore. Without her there is no meaning to my life. When I first lay eyes on her in that park I knew she would be mine-I HAD to have her. Now I do have her and NO ONE will take her from me.'

His advisor sighed. 'As you wish your majesty.' His tone was slightly sarcastic, and Jareth was surprised. Aiden had not spoken so formally to him for centuries. Well he would just have to get used to the fact that Sarah was going to be staying.

'I would like you to look after her for a few days. I'm going to be busy with some business in the troll kingdom and she will need to be watched. She is…a little upset.' Aiden snorted, watching the brunette sobbing on her bed. A little upset was a rather large understatement.

'Of course my king.' Aiden bowed and left.

Sarah didn't know how long she had been crying for. To be honest, she didn't really care. Her tears had run dry, and she was emotionally as well as physically exhausted. Why did Jareth have to ruin her life? Was he so intent on revenge that he felt the need to bring her to this horrible place full of strangers? Even her friends were lying traitors, she reflected bitterly, remembering Hoggles deception.

Eventually Sarah fell into a restless and fitful sleep, waking periodically in the night and crying again when she realised she was not home in bed but in the underground.

Sarah was woken to sunlight on her face, and for a moment was content until she opened her eyes and was struck with such an intense longing for home that she was left gasping with the pain of it.

A knock on her door had her eyeing it distrustfully. She ignored it until it came again a short time later. Figuring Jareth wouldn't knock, Sarah invited them to enter.

A tiny, women entered, carrying a plate so full of food that it looked like she was going to fall over. She gave Sarah a huge smile before breaking into excited chatter.

'My name is Holly dear and I must say I am very pleased to see you here! You will be a delightful addition to the kingdom…' Holly trailed off when she saw the murderous look on Sarah's face.

'Anyway,' the women hurried on flustered, 'I will be attending to all your needs so just sing out if you need anything!'

With that she was gone, and Sarah looked at the food doubtfully. She truly did not want food; in fact the mere thought of it caused her to nearly lose what little she had in her stomach. Rolling onto her stomach, Sarah fell back asleep, unaware when Molly came a few hours later and frowned over the uneaten food before replacing it with a new plate.

This continued for two days. Molly would bring food, and Sarah would ignore both it, and the cheerful women. In between periods of crying and sleeping, Sarah reflected on how miserable the rest of her life was going to be. Finally, on the evening of the second day, the door crashed open to reveal a beautiful man, who also looked very angry as far as Sarah could see.

Curly dark hair framed a face that should be illegal, Sarah observed. The effect of the hair and his sea-blue eyes gave the impression that he was a fallen angel.

His face was all hard angry lines, but you would have to be blind not to see the full mouth and long lashes that made him so attractive.

He was wearing clothes like Jareth, she noted, and also noticed that while tights were unfashionable where she came from, they gave the added benefit of being able to see clearly, every outlined muscle in a mans legs.

Her mouth dry, she met his eyes once more, and was frightened by what she saw in them. He had been assessing her too; she realised, and pulled the covers more tightly around herself.

Aiden smirked inwardly at the fact that he had caught her admiring him. He knew he was no ugly duckling, but he wouldn't have expected her blatant appraisal of him. He allowed a flicker of amusement to cross his face as he watched her cover herself. Too little too late. He had not missed the creamy breast, barely covered with a lacy bra. So she liked to sleep in her underwear did she?

'Snap out of it.' He thought to himself. 'She is Jareths. Just do what you have to do and get out.'

Stalking forward he grabbed the woman and hurled her out of bed. She immediately began to shriek and struggle. 'Who the hell are you and what do you think you're doing?'

Marching her towards the bathroom he gritted out between clenched teeth. 'I am the king's advisor and you have sulked long enough. You need a bath and a meal.'

Spinning around she kicked him in the shin and he released her. 'That is what you are, not who you are and I believe I NEED to go home!'

He sneered down at her. 'My name is Aiden. Jareth is away on business and so has made it my job to look after you. You will behave and take a bath before I bathe you myself.'

Sarah's mouth dropped open. 'Excuse me? I am not a fucking child so don't treat me like one.'

Faster than she could have believed possible, Aiden had her chin gripped in one hand.

'That language will stop immediately. You will also watch your tone. And you are acting like a child.'

Releasing her chin, Aiden grabbed her arm and began to pull her towards the bathroom. He was unprepared for her fist and was shocked when it struck him in the side of his face. Aidens amazement had made him release her arm and Sarah took advantage of this and began backing away.

He matched her step for step, until he had backed her against her door. Swallowing a lump in her throat, Sarah lifted her chin in defiance and looked him straight in the eye. He was furious and she could see him battling to contain his anger.

Aiden couldn't believe the gall of this woman. She had hit him. Hit him bloody hard too if the throbbing in his cheek was anything to go by.

It was his reaction that was rattling him though. This beautiful woman had dared to hit him and yet he couldn't decide whether he wanted to strangle her or kiss her. He looked down at her heaving breasts as she took in a lungful of air, and was reminded of both his close proximity to her, and the fact that she was barely clothed.

Aiden sighed. He had known her for five minutes and already believed she was the most infuriating woman he had ever met. Looking into her eyes, he saw her ready defiance, and behind her fury, an inkling of fear, which she refused to show him. Sarah was going to make a formidable queen.

Placing his hands either side of her head he watched as she drew herself even closer to the wall. She looked like a caged lioness, and he was sure she was waiting for her chance to strike.

'Let's try that again shall we? I'm willing to ignore the fact that you just dared to strike me, as I am not in the habit of hitting women, but I suggest you take yourself into the bathroom before I decide to make good on my threat, and wash you myself.'

He let his eyes trail suggestively down her body and was pleased to see the angry flush in her cheeks. Stepping away from the wall, Aiden simply watched as she looked at him and pondered her choices. Eventually, although looking murderous, Sarah walked herself to the bathroom and slammed the door.

Aiden smirked. Round one to him.

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