The guards to the throne room had not returned, they had probably fallen asleep on a stairway, on their way to wake the rest of the guards as Jareth had ordered. Sarah stifled a yawn; it had been late in her world. Yet it was almost dawn in the labyrinth. Jareth's subjects wouldn't be up for a good while yet. "I suppose you wouldn't care to go find your friends just yet?" Jareth said as Sarah yawned once more.
"No, I should get some sleep," Sarah looked around the empty throne room "Do you have any servants that can show me a room?"
"Ah, my servants. Yes, I do have servants, don't be fooled, but I'm afraid you won't find any of them awake at the moment. So if you'll follow me to your room," Jareth said as he started for the door.
"Wait," Sarah said, not moving to follow "I… I would rather you didn't know where I was staying."
"I'll know even if I don't show you, it is my castle after all," Jareth frowned, why Sarah had to be so silly and difficult was beyond him.
Sarah still didn't make a move to follow Jareth and just crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly.
Jareth tried not to grit his teeth. He had to be as pleasant and as accommodating as possible, otherwise he would lose her again. The problem was, none of the goblins of the castle were awake and none would wake up long enough to remember which rooms are open and clean, and be able to guide Sarah there. That wasn't actually true though, Jareth was just lying to himself that his goblins were more incompetent than they really were. In truth he could easily find someone to find a room for Sarah, and the goblin could do it half asleep. But Jareth couldn't bare they idea of parting with Sarah so soon. Sarah yawned again, her eyes began to droop. But she didn't give in.
"What if I was to show you a whole wing of my castle, you could take your pick of rooms from that but I wouldn't be giving you a specific room," he said after a short pause to think of a solution to this problem.
"All right," Sarah said in-between yawns. She was terribly sleepy.
Jareth led Sarah into his hall of stairs, the one that they met in right before she was able to defeat him and return home. Weaving his way through the hall, a feat that could only be accomplished if one had spent many hours traipsing through the hall, which everyone residing in the castle had to do as the hall connected the whole castle together.
Finally finding the right entrance, Jareth and Sarah stepped through an entryway to a large wing of the castle. "This is my south wing," Jareth said gesturing to it "There are thirteen bedrooms, two libraries, eight bathhouses, and several other chambers in here. It is large and would be very hard to find you in here." Sarah nodded too tired to comment on the size of his castle. "Each room has a bell for servants, ring that if you need anything in the morning and they will assist you in anything you need."
"Thank you," Sarah said as she began to walk down the hallway in search of a room to sleep in.
"Goodnight Sarah." Jareth said softly; quiet enough for her not to hear, before turning and walking back into the stair hall.
He walked slowly in quiet contemplation heading in the general area of his chambers but not hurrying despite his extreme fatigue. He couldn't believe that after such a long time of waiting, she was finally here. Here in his castle, within his grasp. All he had to do was enchant her like he had before, and get her to trust him. If she hadn't messed everything up with wishing away her brother, Jareth was sure she would have agreed readily to be his queen. But she had to have put Jareth in the villain role. He had tried to live up to all her expectations of that role, but found that while he made a successful villain in her eyes, he did not receive the love he hoped for.
As long as he didn't fulfill that role again he was sure things would work out the way they had been meant to. With Sarah as his wife and queen. Jareth considered things he could give her or do for her later that day to make her re-think her impression of him. Yawning himself, he opened the door to his chambers and laid down on his bed. He was too tired to bother removing shoes or other such bothersome things. He found for the first time since she left his kingdom the first time that he was able to sleep. A long, deep, and very restful sleep.
As with every time he slept he dreamt of Sarah, only this time, it wasn't of her back turned towards him walking away. She was there by his side, eyes filled with an adoring gaze. And for the first time in his dreams, he was able to touch her. Run his fingers through her long, beautiful black hair. Hold her in his arms, her head resting on his chest. They danced, picnicked, ruled his kingdom, and many other activities that Jareth would later forget he dreamed about. She was finally his in the dream world.
If only she would be his in his world.
