Fool
"Delicious" the king declared, placing the spoon back into the glass. "What was it called?"
"Peach Fool," the girl replied, "a speciality of the new girl you assigned to the kitchens, Majesty."
"Peach?!" he gaped.
"Yes, Majesty. The girl, Sarah, will be along soon, said she wanted to be here as your world fell down. Didn't understand her myself, but I promised to tell you" she sounded worried.
Jareth looked up, and Sarah walked through the door as everything started to sparkle and spin. The last thing he remembered was her radiant smile, and then he was lost.
"The fool is on his way, Your Majesty" Hoggle bowed.
Sarah cast a disproving glance at Jareth.
"Don't look so severe, dearest, you know it's tradition. Every court has it's fool…" Jareth reasoned.
"Besides, he entertains our son" he murmured, gazing lovingly down at a small white haired boy with striking eyes, who beamed up at them, then yanked on his father's long hair, chuckling, as Jareth responded with a pantomime cry.
Sarah raised her eyebrows. "Perhaps there's more than one fool around here" she observed without malice, enjoying the happiness of the two most important people in her life.