Sarah woke to quiet male voices in her room. Pulling the blankets around her tighter she kept her eyes closed and decided to eavesdrop for awhile.

'How go the trolls?'

Sigh.

'More trouble than they're worth. I don't know why we made that damn alliance in the first place'

Soft chuckling

'Well is it all wrapped up?'

Another sigh.

'For now at least…how was the meeting yesterday?'

Snigger.

'Very boring majesty. Nearly fell asleep to be honest.'

'Welcome to my life.'

She raised her head to glare at them both and was momentarily stunned. Who knew he could almost look…relaxed? Aiden prowled the room looking much like a cat but Jareth was slouched (regally) in a chair, long legs stretched out and a glass of wine in one hand.

Jareth immediately noticed her scrutiny and smirked. 'About time you woke up, love. Would you prefer to eat here or in the dining room?'

'Neither.' Was her curt reply.

Aiden stopped his restless pacing and let his eyes track warily over the woman. Nope it was definitely time for him to be away from the temptation. Turning to Jareth he grinned sarcastically. 'Best of luck old friend!'

With that he disappeared, leaving both Jareth and Sarah scowling at the spot he had been in moments before.

His attention back on Sarah, Jareth stood and stretched. The wine disappeared from his hand and he sat on the edge of her bed. Ignoring her immediate retreat to the other side of the bed, he prepared for what would inevitably end in shouting.

Sarah began her tirade. 'I'm not hungry. I'm not wearing those stupid dresses, and if you think for ONE MINUTE I'm staying here-'

He was laughing. The bastard was laughing. Jareth noticed her glare and shrugged his shoulders.

'I'm sorry my dear but its just so amusing to hear you tell ME what's going to happen.'

His eyes turned to ice.

'We will both be eating in half an hour. You will put on a dress, otherwise you will go naked, which, I have no objection to. I don't expect you to be jumping for joy but you will soon need to accept that you are staying here for good.'

She opened her mouth but he cut her off immediately. 'Half an hour' And he disappeared.

Sarah, still stark naked walked to the closet and opened it. It was ridiculous the sheer amount of material that filled the huge space. How was she meant to run or fight in these ridiculous clothes?

Hearing a knock at the door and knowing it couldn't possibly be Jareth, she wrapped a blanket around her and then opened it to Holly who immediately bustled in and began chatting.

Going to the closet, Holly beamed and turned to Sarah. 'Only the best for you my lady!' Sarah rolled her eyes. Grabbing a few things, Holly handed them to her and instructed her how to put them on.

'Hurry up dear, and tell me when you need me to tighten that corset.' Sarah paled at the word.

'I'm not wearing a corset! What is this-the dark ages? Where I come from women are actually allowed to breathe!'

Holly looked like she was going to say something but stopped herself. 'That's something you will have to discuss with His Majesty, my lady. Now lets hurry, as I still need to do your hair.'

Sarahs eyes narrowed. 'You will have to choose a dress that I can wear without a corset because there is no way in hell I'm wearing one.'

Holly sighed and after a long look at the interior of the closet, she pulled out a long green dress. 'Put this on then. And you better hope he doesn't notice when he touches you!'

Sarah smirked. There was no chance of that happening anyway.

Twenty minutes later, Sarah was dressed and was sitting in front of a large mirror, watching Holly do something to her hair. She had brushed it until it shone and was now doing something complicated with her hands, causing her hair to coil and braid itself almost like it had a life of its own.

Finally, the woman was finished. Sarah gave her a weak smile without looking at the finished product. She didn't care what she looked like anyway.

Jareth came striding in, and studied Sarah. After a brief pause he gave Holly a quick smile. 'Very good work.'

Holly curtsied, eyes downward and then quickly left. Sarah stood and eyed him warily. Holding his arm out, Jareth was looking at her expectantly. She snorted. Did he actually think she would willingly touch him? Head held high, Sarah strode straight past him towards the door. If she was going to be forced to leave her room she might as well take stock of her surroundings-it would help when she finally escaped.

Quick as a cat, Jareth grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him. He lifted his hand towards her face and Sarah instinctively ducked. He frowned but continued the movement, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. Placing Sarahs hand on his arm, and ignoring the way she stiffened, he led her out the door.

Sarah seethed inwardly. The absolute nerve of the man-to dare to touch her and then ignore her. Feeling a wave of sorrow rush over her, she fought back tears at the thought of spending the next 60 or so years near this arrogant monster.

Jareth noticed the tears but said nothing as he led her down an elaborate passage, and a gleaming, ornate staircase. She would soon get used to being here and he was looking forward to spending eternity with her by his side, and on his arm. A wicked smile danced over his lips. He had yet to tell the little spitfire that she was now immortal, and failing any nasty accidents, would live forever. He doubted that was going to go well.

Once in the dining room, Jareth pulled out Sarahs chair and then waited until she was seated before seating himself. Sarah indulged in a quick glance around while he was busy arranging his napkin and ordering a servant to do something.

The table was huge, long and heavy, with what must have been a hundred places. They were seated at the top end, Jareth at the head of the table and Sarah on his right. No doubt he thought he was preparing her for the real thing. Sarah screwed her nose up at the thought. The floor was white marble, and huge marble pillars were positioned around the outside of the room. There were guards positioned throughout the room, standing beside each of the many doors and staring straight ahead. In case anyone attempted an assassination, Sarah guessed. She had no doubt such a thing must happen often with someone like Jareth being in charge.

Jareth was watching her face as she glanced around, and felt a tinge of anger as she seemed to dismiss the room. He was trying to show her that he wasn't the Goblin King that she knew, but was instead a man of unimaginable wealth who was greatly respected. Stifling a sigh, he watched as she screwed up her nosie and eyed the guards, a glint in her eye.

Jareth wondered what was going on in that intelligent head of hers. He had no doubt that she would indeed attempt an escape, and he was interested in how she would plan to execute it. He had seen more than one guards eyes flick to her when they entered so maybe she would plan to use her various wiles to bribe a guard. He felt a deadly rage fill him at the thought of Sarah fluttering those long eyelashes at one of his men, maybe biting that delectable lower lip as she attempted to look dejected.

Forcing himself to calm down, he turned his attention again to Sarah and saw that she was yet again fighting back tears. He motioned for the servants to bring out the first course, and hoped that if he ignored her tears, Sarah would be able to bring them back under control. He, of course expected that she would miss her home for the first few days, but it was hard to feel sorry for her when he felt so gloriously triumphant at the thought of her belonging to him. Sarah was finally his! HIS! And he'd be damned if he'd feel guilty for finally taking what rightfully belonged to him.

Looking up, Sarah met his gaze, and shivered inside at the stark possession she saw there. 'Yeah enjoy it while it lasts, Goblin King.' She thought, 'I won't be here for long.'

Looking at the first course that had been brought out, Sarah felt her stomach rumble and was thankful Jareth hadn't heard it. There was no way she was going to give him the satisfaction of eating his stupid underground food. Eying it, she saw honey glazed yams, one of her favourites as well as many other vegetables. The table was also loaded with fruits, nuts, and they were bringing in meat. Sarahs stomach rolled at the sight of the huge roast. She had been a vegetarian since she was six and used her revulsion to curb her hunger pains for the rest of the food.

Raising her eyes, she realised Jareth was watching her. 'What?' She asked defiantly.

Jareth raised his wine to his lips and indicated for her to fill her plate. She shook her head. 'I'm not hungry.' He continued to look at her for a moment before waving his hand towards her plate, which became full of food. 'You will eat Sarah.'

Sarah looked at the meat on her plate in disgust. 'I'm a vegetarian.' She told him flatly.

Jareth frowned. He did not know that word. Sarah, seeing his confusion rolled her eyes. 'I don't eat meat.'

She almost laughed at the horror on Jareths face. 'Wh-why not?' He asked, stunned that anyone would choose not to eat meat. Sarah looked at him coldly. 'I don't believe in eating defenceless animals when I can survive perfectly well on other food groups.'

Jareth stared hard at her, as if judging whether or not she was lying. She met his gaze openly, and still looking at her, he snapped his fingers, summoning a servant. Immediately a man stood beside him and bowed low. 'Remove all the meat from this table and instruct the kitchens that our future Queen (and he ignored Sarahs wince), does not wish to have meat included in any of her future meals.'

The servant glanced once at Sarah and then was joined by more servants who began moving the various meat dishes.

Sarah looked at Jareth. He actually seemed to be expecting a thank you. 'I'm not your future queen.' She stated instead. She watched as his eyes turned ice cold.

'Protesting will not change your fate dearest. I suggest you get used to the idea.' He said politely, coldly, with that goddamn air of indifference she hated so much.

She stood. 'Fuck you.'

Pushing back her chair furiously, and letting it fall to the floor, she turned and stalked towards the closest door. Meeting the gaze of the guard in front of it, and knowing he would try to stop her, she gave him her best 'I eat balls for breakfast' glare. He visibly paled and swallowed but still moved in front of the door, preventing her from leaving.

Jareths voice came, amused and mocking from behind her.

'Do try it my dear. Although I assure you you won't get far.'

She spun to face him. Her voice was low and vibrated with rage. 'I hate you.'

'Sarah-'

'I hate you more than I have ever hated anyone. I will never marry you, I feel sick being in the same room and breathing in the same air as you.'

Jareth took a step towards her and visibly shook with anger.

'While that may be true dearest", he spat, 'You belong to me. You will be breathing the same air as me for eternity.' He watched as Sarah paled.

Laughing cruelly, he continued. 'That's right little Sarah. You are one of us now. You will be beside me, on a throne and in my bed forever. Tell me…how does it feel to be immortal?'

Eyes rolling back, Sarah passed out.