I used lyrics from Tarzan, You'll be in My Heart, by Phill Collins. As always, I don't own anything and enjoy!


The more Cassandra spent time with Troy, the more she realized how attracted she was to him. He was handsome, but he also had a certain charm about him as well. Sometimes, he was confident but more often, he was adorably nervous around her. Even after his proposal, he was still just as kind and thoughtful as ever, never pressuring her into anything.

Like the day they first made love.

Cassandra always had a nice time in her bath, but she wanted to be a little daring. Since the palace had many rooms and could even create rooms that she wanted, the young fey decided to have a bath where it could be outdoors. No one would be watching, and she could just relax.

The "room" was just as spectacular as she wanted it to be. The bath was not as large as the one in her chambers, but large enough to fit ten people at least. A slight breeze blew on her body, and she had some rose petals making the bath smell lovely. Flicking her wrist, she ordered it to give her a little champagne to relax, some cheese and crackers, and a fluffy bathrobe graced her beautiful body.

Slipping off the robe, she let it fall to the floor and stared at her reflections. Cassandra didn't like to look at herself often, it just wasn't in her nature. But, today, she loved how her body looked. She never got to appreciate how lovely it really was. Her breasts were a perfect size, not so large that they'd hinder her, but not too small that they weren't visible either. Her arms and legs were toned and long, displaying strength and femininity at the same time. Her waist and hips were proportioned in a way that even she made herself blush just by looking at it.

She stepped into the bath, bubbles floating everywhere. She relished the feeling of such calmness. Blowing the little bubbles, she let them float away before popping one of them with her toe, taking sips of champagne at the same time. With one of her long, elegant fingers, she swirled the bubbles around her, making beautiful patterns and shapes.

A slight breeze filled the air, making her aware of how vulnerable she was in that kind of position. Looking behind, she heard the doors open, and gasped when she saw Troy dressed in a light green bathrobe. Noticing the princess, he also made a sound of surprise and averted his eyes, even though the bubbles were covering her up to her shoulders. "Cassandra! I'm so sorry, I had no idea you knew this room existed."

She frowned. "I imagined this room, how did you find it?" Still averting his eyes, he tried to aim his ear towards her voice. "I was wondering why this room looked different. This is where I take baths. Why are you not in your own room?"

Cassandra's cheeks turned pink. She was glad that Troy couldn't see her right then. "I just, I wanted a change of scenery. I didn't expect you to be here anyways. You're only here at night."

Troy shrugged. "Eh, today was a day where I didn't have much to do. I'm sorry again for intruding. I'll leave."

Though Cassandra only had a little bit of champagne, she became more aware that she was not a child, but a woman, and Troy a man. The princess stopped him. "Wait, Troy, this is your bathroom. Please, join me," she said seductively. She had wanted him for so long, she just needed the courage.

Troy looked at her, a faint blush appearing at his tan cheeks. "Are you sure?" He whispered. She nodded, and motioned for him to step in. "There's plenty of room here." After a moment of consideration, Troy obliged. Cassandra turned around, not looking as he dropped his robe onto the ground, and did not look until he stepped in.

There was something beautiful about looking at a body that sparkled with water. Not realizing it, Cassandra licked her lips while staring at his chiseled chest, secretly wanting to see more.

Troy absentmindedly played with the water. Looking at Cassandra, he lifted his hands up, making circular motions. The water rose up, making a little sculpture. With one puff of breath, he turned it into ice. Aiming at Cassandra, the sculpture made its way toward the princess.

Her eyes lit up, and she saw that the sculpture was both her and Troy dancing on the night they first met. "It's lovely," she whispered. "I can't even do that with fire." At the word fire, the sculpture melted. "Oh no!" Cassandra wailed. She tried to put it back together, but it didn't work. Her hands were too warm and her powers affected the magical ice statue too much.

Troy laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I'll make another one for you. Just don't touch it," he winked. Cassandra swiped her hand, splashing Troy, throwing a heap of water into his mouth.

"Oh yeah, princess?" He made a swipe back at her, making her squeal. This went back and forth, with Troy using his magic.

"Hey! Not fair!" Cassandra laughed. By now, they were so close to each other, they could feel each other' breath on their skin. Troy looked at the princess, seeing how close she was to him.

She was so beautiful, and so alluring. He leaned in close and kissed her deeply. Cassandra brought her hands to rest on his bare chest, feeling weak at how intimate they were. His one of hands slipped to cradle her back, the other resting on her stomach, eliciting a moan from the fey girl. He nibbled at her neck, making her gasp sharply.

Pulling back, he saw how dark her eyes looked. There was no doubting it, she wanted him, and he wanted her. Badly.

"I want you," he groaned. Cassandra nodded. "Please, take me to my chambers." Pushing closer, Troy claimed her mouth in his. "As you wish, Princess." He put one arm under her legs, the other on her back, and disappeared to her chambers.


"WHAT?" Sarah shrieked, after getting to Jareth's study. Cassie was pregnant? She and Jareth were to be grandparents? The thought was unsettling, especially with her second child on the way.

As for Jareth, he looked like he looked so angry that he should probably let his energy run out by running the Labyrinth again. His grip on his chair was so tight that Sarah thought he'd break it.

"Why does she need to get married?" The Queen yelled at the ambassador. "Why? She may be pregnant, but she doesn't have to marry him. Marriages are binding!" In the Underground, many species take lovers casually. It was acceptable to save oneself for marriage or to not wait, it was just based on preference. Children could still thrive with parents who aren't married of course, but it wasn't common. Marriages, on the other hand, were considered sacred and taken very seriously. Marriages can be broken, but it was frowned upon.

Belle sighed. No one had a worse temper or questioned things more than the Goblin King and Queen, and Sarah's pregnancy made things even more difficult. It was such a headache, and she didn't know why the Southern Guardian wanted to have access to their magic so badly. It wasn't even worth it in her opinion. "Your majesties, that is what needs to be done. Her child and marriage will be what saves her. It will also ensure who the father is. I cannot tell you more, and if you want to save her, please do as I ask." When Jareth and Sarah hesitated, she added "Troy loves Cassandra and she loved him. It will be a happy and healthy marriage, I will assure you that."

Jareth looked off into the distance, remembering when Cassandra was born. Only a few days old, she screamed loud enough to scare even Jareth. Sarah was exhausted, so he took over to care for his child. She was so tiny, he was scared of breaking her.

Crying non stop, Jareth was getting frustrated. He wanted his little princess to stop crying, to hold her in peace. He didn't know what was bothering her, and tears formed in his eyes. He didn't want his little baby girl to be so distressed.

Holding her in one arm, he used his other hand to make his gloves disappear so he could touch his daughter directly. And, that's when he started to sing a song he had heard once from a movie Sarah had shown him.

Go stop your crying it will be alright.

Just take my hand, hold it tight.

I will protect you from all around you;

I will be here don't you cry.

For one so small, you seem so strong.

My arms will hold you keep you safe and warm.

This bond between us can't be broken,

I will be here don't you cry.

Because you'll be in my heart.

Yes you'll be in my heart.

From this day on, now and forever more.

The little princess went right to sleep, cooing and clutching onto Jareth's finger. He laid her down next to him, and he slept next to her, guarding her from any dangers.

Thinking of that memory now, he looked forward, holding Sarah's hand. He cleared his throat. "When she was born, I promised to always protect her and be by her side. Always. And I intend to keep that promise."

Sarah still wasn't satisfied, but she'd do anything to save her daughter. She nodded at Jareth, giving him a grateful kiss, a kiss that told him that she was glad to have him by her side. "I guess we'll be having a grandchild and a son-in-law." Jareth closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Apparently so. Why didn't she use both control? For gods' sake, I taught her better than this," he grumbled.

Holding hands, Jareth and Sarah sent their daughter a message that would save her life.


Ever since Cassandra and Troy made love, there was a stronger connection between them. He had some effect on him that made her feel like he knew her for her whole life.

After that first time, Cassandra then remembered to cast spells of birth control whenever things got, well, heavy and steamy. She shrugged, not too worried about a pregnancy since it wasn't time for her to conceive.

A few weeks later, she was sewing a cape for her father (Jareth was a man with flare, after all), and a lovely jacket for her mother, Aboveground style for the cold winter that was to come. She made sure it was functional and would grow or shrink so she could use it when she was at her largest during her pregnancy and after she gave birth.

Adding some emblems on her father's cape, the Voice returned to her, this time in an actual voice instead of feelings. "Cassandra," it told her. "You must wed Troy the next time he asks for your hand. It is time."

She looked around, confused. "Why? Why Troy? Please. Tell me why." The voice didn't waver, but kept telling her that if she did not, she would lose that chance with her love and could be in danger. Which was of course, quite vague.

The voice left her, and the princess was left alone with her thoughts. She didn't know what to do. On one hand, she couldn't imagine being with anyone else. Troy was right, they were perfect for each other, and they loved each other. Not just feelings, but truly loved each other and would be together through thick and thin. On the other hand, what would her parents say? What would happen to them? Hell, what would happen to her? Would she just stay stuck in this beautiful prison? These thoughts circled around in her head as she drifted off to sleep.


The next evening, she has made up her decision. Troy was waiting for her at the dinner table, with a single rose in hand. Cassandra went to give him a single kiss before setting my down to eat.

Troy was all chatter that day, telling her about some giants he had encountered and the negotiations he made with them. Normally, Cassandra would listen more, but she was so distracted by the order she was given the night before.

She recalled a conversation she had with her mother when she was beginning to read novels and stories.

Sarah was sitting in her own study, trying to work on some issues between the Elven and Dwarf kingdoms since she was Zarek's regent. She looked up to see a beautiful teenage girl coming into her office. Smiling, the Queen put down her paper work to see what her young daughter wanted. Cassandra had a curious look on her face, and Sarah could tell that she had been thinking a lot about something.

"Hello Sweet Pea. What's on your mind?" Cassandra sat in front of her mother, scrunching her face just as Sarah did when she thinking hard about something.

"Mom, what was it like when you first fell in love with Dad? Was it always so easy and comfortable like how you are now?"

Sarah laughed. "Well, I guess that depends. As children, it was innocent and sweet. But as you know, I moved Above and forgot all about him. When he tried to woo me again, no, it was no easy to love him. I had a temper, and that combined with his temper didn't go well. I was also scared. I didn't have many people who treated me right and the ones who did? They often ignored me and proved me wrong. I had a lot of trust issues," she mused. "It took a long time for me to even say yes to a date from your father. He was always thoughtful and gentle, never pushing me. Oh Cassie, I fell for him, but not quite loving yet. I had to take a leap of faith."

"A leap of faith," Cassandra whispered. Sarah nodded. "Yes. Love is scary, and heart breaks happen. For most people, it happens many times with many different people before finding someone that you can love for the rest of your life. You really do have to take that step, or leap of faith. You must try to trust the other person. If you don't, it will be a failed relationship."

"A leap of faith," Cassandra whispered. "What?" Troy had noticed that she wasn't as talkative, but now Cassandra was mumbling to herself. Why was she acting so strangely?

The princess stood up, and walked towards Troy. Taking his hands in hers, she looked into his confused eyes. "Troy, you asked me to marry you a few months ago. I think I'm ready."

Troy blinked, trying to understand. "Wait, you mean it? You really want to marry me?" Cassandra nodded enthusiastically. Troy gasped, stood, up, and spun his new fiancée around. He bent down, claiming her mouth as their lips moved in unison.

Becoming serious, Troy held her by the shoulders and looked straight in her eyes. "Cassandra, what if we married now?" She looked at him, bewildered. "What? How? Don't we need someone official to do it?"

Troy shook his head. "Maybe in the Underground, but in this place, we both have power. Marriage is a special occasion, yes, but it is ultimately between the two people. You didn't answer my question, my love." He rested his forehead on hers, smiling.

Cassandra gave an elated laugh and kissed him. "Well, then yes. Let's marry now." Troy stepped back, clasping her left hand in his own left hand. "Raise your right arm to rest on my shoulder," he instructed. Cassandra did as told, and he also rested his arm to do the same.

"Now repeat after me. I, Cassandra, will bind myself to Troy as his wife. I promise to love and cherish him for as long as I live."

"I, Cassandra, will bind myself to Troy as his wife. I promise to love and cherish him for as long as I live."

Troy smiled. "My turn." He snuck in a kiss before saying his part. "I, Troy, will bind myself to Cassandra as her husband. I promise to love and cherish her for as long as I live."

Both jerked forward suddenly, as if there was a string wrapped around their hearts. A long golden trail of light extracted itself from Cassandra's chest and a majestic blue one from Troy's. They joined together, wrapping itself around their hands. By then, Cassandra realized that it wasn't light that came from her body, but fire. She looked at Troy's, and saw that it was water.

After the magic faded, Cassandra felt different. She was still her own person of course, but she felt bound to Troy, just as he felt bound to her. As if now, it wasn't just feelings that brought them together, but something more that made their union stronger.


In the next few days, Cassandra started to get violently sick. It was strange, seeing how she otherwise in perfect health. No matter how much she tried to drink anything alcoholic, the palace would not give it to her. Frustrated, she sat on the bed in her new chambers (which she shared with Troy), and waited for her husband to appear.

Retching one more time, it hit her. Feeling her abdomen, she closed her eyes and tried to sense if she was right.

There it was, a child growing within her. She gasped, realizing that she must have conceived the first time she and Troy made love. After a moment of worry, she calmed down. She was married! She couldn't wait to tell Troy when he came.

Just as she was calming down, she saw Troy walk in, looking grumpy. Trying to kiss him, Cassandra was disappointed when he pushed her away. "Not now, love," he grumbled angrily. Cassandra's face fell.

"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I'm just tired today." He set a beautiful blue globe onto the night stand, kissed his wife, and laid down.

Being the curious person she was, she reached to see what the blue globe was. It was swirling, looking a lot like the planet Neptune that she had seen through astronomy textbook. She reached out to touch it.

"No!" Seethed Troy. "Don't look at it and don't touch it!" Cassandra had enough, and looked at her husband angrily. "What is it? Why can't you tell me?" Troy sighed. "Please, not tonight. Maybe some other time. Just promise me you won't touch it." And he rolled over to sleep.

Curling up next to him, Cassandra held her abdomen, quieting her distressed child, wondering if she should even tell her secretive husband that they were expecting. Humming the same lullaby her father had sang to her quietly, she gave it some comfort, hoping that her husband would be as loving to their child as her own father was with her.