Jareth awoke lazily, stretching his lean body in the slow, smooth manner he awoke with each morning. He smiled, waiting for the songs of river nymphs to herald his awakening. After a few moments of silence, he opened one eye.

Ah yes, he was in Sarah's bedroom, regrettably with Sarah a world away. She would be woken by his nymphs. A flash of guilt prodded him, when he told the nymphs his room would be in use this week, he had neglected to tell them it would be Sarah in residence. Well, Sarah enjoyed music - it would be a treat for the girl.

He rose, thinking that a nice hot shower might be the thing to wake him up, then noticed the bluebirds singing outside Sarah's window. Bluebirds, lovely. Known to kick owls from their nexts, the little heathens. He had a moment of weakness, where he almost transformed into an owl simply to terrify the little creatures. No, that would not do, he had things to learn this week and he could torment owl bait at home.

Wandering down the hallway, he was pleased to smell coffee brewing downstairs. He entered the upstairs bathroom and stared. No, this would not do at all. He needed music, proper lighting, adoring nymphs handing him a loofah sponge while rinsing his hair with the purest waters of his realm.

With a wave of his hand, a glittering chandelier with hundreds of tiny candles appeared in the center of the room. The small shower stall was replaced by a huge black and gold claw footed tub filled with fragrant hot water. He'd forgo the nymphs as they would be busy seranading Sarah and settled for water sprites. Not as lovely, but they would suffice.

Three of the sprites appeared to disrobe him and he eased into the bubbling hot water sighing in relief. He'd find a bit of heaven here in Sarah's world even if she was not there with him to make it so.

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Sarah woke up, unsure of her surroundings. The sheets were silk, the room was cool, and there were three half naked women dancing around the bed singing Jareth's praises. Sarah sat up quickly, pulling up the sheets in fear.

"You are not our King Jareth," one of the women said angrily. "What manner of trickery is this?"

"Who are you?" Sarah demanded. "Jareth didn't say anything about dancing girls in his room."

"Dancing girls?" another woman demanded. "We are the river nymphs of Ovolos, and charged with waking our dear King Jareth when he visits his parents. I can tell you now, you may have won his body last night, but we own his heart."

"Won his body? Are you three crazy? How did you get in here anyway?"

The leader of the three peered at Sarah's nightgown then let out a loud wail of anger. "She wears the pin."

"She stole it!"

"We must get it back," the youngest looking said and lunged for Sarah. The pin glowed and the woman was shocked backwards into the arms of her two companions. The three stared at Sarah with a mixture of disbelief and hate.

"She has bewitched him," the large blonde leader said.

"But where is he now?" the second, with flaming red hair asked, glaring at Sarah. The youngest looking one with ebony black hair stared at the pin.

"She may have already disposed of the body."

"You three are crazy. Jareth is at my house with my parents, he's spending the week there and I'm spending the week here. And you are not. So again - who are you and why are you in my boyfriend's bedroom?"

"My apologies," the High Queen's amused voice came from the doorway. "I had no idea the little chits would be here. Jareth must have forgotten to tell them he would not be here this week. It's a good thing I came for you myself this morning, the nymphs get quite possessive of other women in their king's bed."

"These - women come into his room when he's here?" Sarah was furious.

"Not invited, I assure you. They merely come to sing a good morning to him. It quite embarrasses him but he pretends to enjoy it for their benefit. Now ladies," she said, clapping her hands. "Please leave Sarah in peace, she is being courted by King Jareth and deserves every courtesy."

"I will not believe it," the leader said. "He would not court a mortal."

"Do you doubt your queen?" Seline asked, brow raised dangerously. The nymph took a step back.

"Never, your majesty. We shall leave and return when our king rushes back into our awaiting arms."

The three disappeared in a blaze of glitter. Sarah stared at where they had stood and tried to get the anger out of her voice.

"They come into his room?" Seline was pleased to see the jealousy in Sarah's eyes.

"Yes, does this trouble you?"

"Yes, I mean no, he's free to well - it's fine." Sarah mumbled suddenly shy. "Maybe I'll just get dressed and meet you downstairs."

Seline bit back a laugh, "As you wish, young Sarah."

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Jareth hummed to himself in the large tub, wondering how Sarah was enjoying the river nymphs song. Then he laughed realizing how jealous the three nymphs were. Perhaps it would be a good test of Sarah's feeling for him, having the love struck women arrive in his bedchamber.

He rinsed off under a magical waterfall over his tub, smiling as a groggy Robert came into the room.

"Good morning friend Robert, do you wish to use my tub when I finish?"

Robert took a now wide awake look at the tub, the sprites, the chandelier and a naked Jareth in the middle of it all as if this sort of thing happened every day.

Turning around, Sarah's father walked out of the room. Jareth shrugged, changed the bathroom back and magically dressed in tight black jeans, a white T shirt and black boots. He thought he looked pretty good considering the human clothes he had to wear.

He hummed to himself and made his way downstairs. Breakfast smelled heavenly.