Sarah picked up the dress that had Mariya had laid out for her and examined it with wide eyes. Though she was angry and depressed beyond all reason, the girl couldn't deny the elegant beauty of the dress.

As Sarah ran her fingers down the soft material of the gown, she couldn't place the fabric. Though it was quite similar to silk. The dress was a delicate dark green that matched Sarah's eyes perfectly and complimented her figure more so than anything she had ever worn. And as Sarah put it on and looked into the large mirror, she blushed at the woman that stared back. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

As Sarah twirled in the dress, she smiled as she realized that it draped down to her ankles, keeping her legs out of sight. She had always hated dresses or skirts that were higher than ankle length and was grateful that she was been taken to a realm where modesty was respected.

After a moment more of admiring the beautiful dress, she walked over to the door Mariya had bade her and she opened it slowly.

This room was a smaller room than the bathroom, but ultimately just as grand. There was mirror that started at the floor and ended at the ceiling. And a vanity that could have sat twenty people comfortably.

Sarah let out a low whistle, "What Tetra wouldn't do for a place like this." Then as her own words echoed in her ears, Sarah felt more tears prickle in her eyes, as she thought of her best friend. But she quickly pushed Tetra from her mind and started looking for what she needed, knowing that she couldn't give into her grief.

After several minutes Sarah found a pair of shoes that perfectly matched her dress. She silently thanked Mariya, giddy at the fact that the shoes were not high heels, and sat down at the vanity.

There were countless bottles and powders covering the surface, each had been labeled in English so that she could find exactly what she needed. Sarah grabbed one that read: Raspberry Supreme and with a slight shrug, she opened the lid. The bottle hadn't lied when it said supreme.

The entire room was instantly filled with the smell of ripe raspberries and a subtle hint of creme. Sarah sprinkled a little onto her pointer finger and messaged it into both sides of her neck. After this task was done she left the accessory room and was ready for the day.

Sarah knocked once on the door as she had been instructed and it was immediately opened by the eager looking Goblin boy she had seen earlier.

"Are you ready, Milady?" He asked, never making eye contact with her.

"Yes."

"This way Ma'am," the goblin boy said timidly before he started walking down the large hallway at a somewhat brisk pace. Sarah followed him obediently, looking around at the decor and tapestries that lined the elegantly colored walls. And after several minutes of awkward silence, Sarah decided to be the brave one.

"I'm sorry, but I've seemed to have forgotten your name." Sarah hedged desperately as she tried to remember the name Mariya had used.

"Marshus Grimbold, Milady," he revealed quietly.

"Marshus," Sarah repeated with a large smile. "I promise I won't forget your name again."

"I thank you Ma'am," Marshus said solemnly as he continued to walk briskly.

Sarah saw the way the small goblin was uneasy around her and instantly knew that that wouldn't do. So she reached her hand out and placed in on his shoulder, making him stop. Once he had and was looking at her she lifted his chin up so that he had to meet her eyes.

"You can call me Sarah, you know."

Marshus' eyes grew twice as big as usual and he shook his head frantically. "Milady . . . I couldn't. His Majesty, wouldn't like it."

Sarah merely grinned. "Don't you worry about Jareth. I'll just tell him that you're my personal companion, and that I enjoy your company. Then he won't have a say in what we call each other. Sound good?"

Marshus' looked at her in awe. "You would do that? For a mere servant?"

Sarah frowned. "Just because you clean and fetch things for a King doesn't mean that you are garbage, Marshus. You are a special goblin, and yes I would do that, for a friend."

The goblin child's mouth twitched up into a lovely smile showing off his dimples, making his baby fat appear more prominently. "You consider me a friend . . . Sarah?" Marshus spoke her name like he was asking a question, which made Sarah's heart melt.

"Yes, Marshus. I want us to become good friends. If you wish to be friends with me?"

The goblin boy threw his arms around her middle, forgetting all his training and warnings and hugged Sarah tight. And though his voice was slightly muffled, Sarah couldn't help but smile as he spoke.

"I had heard you were kind and loving, Lady Sarah, but I never guessed just how much. I never thought I would have such a beautiful friend!"

Sarah giggled and hugged him back. "I don't know about that. But I am happy that I have such a lovely goblin as my friend."

Marshus pulled away finally his grin still in place and a dark blush covering his greenish cheeks.

"You will make a wonderful Queen, Sarah."

Sarah smiled at him, "Thank you Marshus."

He smiled back at her showing off his rather pointy teeth that looked like they could have belonged to a dog, and then his eyes grew wide again and he gasped.

"What is it?" Sarah asked gently, concern filling her at the goblin's obvious distress.

"We are already late, and the King is waiting for you! We must hurry before he comes looking for you!"

Sarah frowned slightly. She didn't want to see Jareth, but she didn't want to disappoint Marshus or his mother, so she nodded and they quickly jogged down the halls, trying to make up for lost time.

The remainder of their jog, Sarah talked to Marshus about his life and his duties. She listened enthralled, to everything he had to say. And she absolutely loved how animated the goblin boy was when he spoke, using his hands and even his ears to get his point across, his eyes lighted with joy.

By the time they reached the dining room doors, the two were thick as thieves, and Sarah found herself excited for their next conversation.

"I must leave now, Sarah," Marshus said with a wistful smile. "But my mother will take you the rest of the way."

Sarah gave him a hug and Marshus blushed.

"Thank you, Marshus. I'll see you later."

Marshus said his goodbyes and left without further delay, leaving the human girl alone with her thoughts.

Sarah stood quietly waiting for Mariya and not too much later she arrived.

The goblin woman was panting slightly like she had been running, though her face crinkled up in a friendly smile. After a second of gasping Mariya caught her breath.

"Sorry I'm late, my dear! But I had to find Jareth before I came back for you!"

"Find Jareth? Where is he?" Sarah asked as a lump of excitement formed in her throat. Maybe she wouldn't have to see him today after all.

"He's in his study, waiting for you," Mariya explained, still somewhat out of breath. "He already ate his breakfast and he wishes to see you now."

Sarah nodded, "Okay. Lead the way."

The two women went back the way they had come, walking through several corridors before they reached a beautifully carved wooden door. It had flowered designs set upon a backdrop of snow covered trees and when Sarah took a closer look, she saw the trees' leaves swaying back and forth in a silent breeze. Back and forth they swayed, showing the girl a most amazing, hypnotic dance. Back and forth, back and forth.

Mariya gently nudged her, "Careful now. Don't watch them dance too long or you'll fall into a pretty nasty trance, my dear."

Sarah shook herself and suddenly became aware of her surroundings once more. Lifting an eyebrow as she shook her head to clear the fog.

"Why does Jareth's study door put people into trances?" Sarah asked somewhat disturbed.

"It's there as a last resort." Mariya explained with a shrug. "If anyone ever wanted the King dead and he was in his study, the trance would stop them in their tracks and Jareth would be safe."

"But why don't you disable it when there isn't trouble?"

"Most goblins never come here. And only a handful of the staff are even welcome to come this far into the castle's private chambers. Let alone, the King's Study. So there doesn't seem much of a need to disable the spell. Besides we wouldn't know how to it if we wanted to. Only Jareth knows the spell and counter-spell."

Sarah looked back at the door briefly and was about to ask more questions, but she stopped as if lightening had struck her. Sarah listened hard as music filled the hallway. It was soft at first and then grew in height and sound until it fully reached her ears and tugged at her heart strings. It was unmistakable sound of a violin.

Mariya smiled as she watched Sarah, her look of concern almost instantly turning into one of emotional bliss.

"Where on earth . . ." Sarah began, but stopped in order to hear it properly.

Mariya took Sarah's hand and opened the door to Jareth's study. And as the door swung open the music grew to its full potential and washed over them like a tidal wave.

Sarah's mouth fell wide open, as she beheld the creator of the music, standing in the center of the room.

The Goblin King stood with a pure black violin held firmly in his long hands. His fingers picked out the notes effortlessly and he drew the bow back and forth, slurring the notes together into a perfect melody that was so sorrowful, Sarah thought she might die.

Mariya who was watching the whole scene play out noticed that her master wore his usual gray tight pants and a white poets shirt that was open at the chest, exposing his muscular chest in a most mouthwatering way. And to top off his ensemble Jareth was barefoot. The goblin woman rolled her eyes heavenward. When she had spoken to him not ten minutes earlier he had been fully dressed with a cloak. Apparently he was trying to look seductive for his future bride. Mariya leaned against the door way and watched Sarah curiously.

Sarah took a large intake of breath as she recognized the song that Jareth was playing. It was Adagio for Strings, by Barber. It was the girl's favorite classical piece by far. But how had he known?

Jareth heard her intake of breath and looked up at her, granting her a smile. And for once Sarah couldn't question its sincerity. He seemed truly happy to see her.

"Sarah," he called softly as he continued to play, and her name mixed in with the beautiful notes, making Sarah shiver uncontrollably.

Jareth tipped his head to the side, motioning to his right. Sarah lifted an eyebrow but looked where he had bade, her eyes instantly filling with tears. Laying next to the Goblin King was another instrument; a flawlessly crafted blood red Cello.

Jareth nodded to it again, and Sarah gasped as she realized that he wanted her to accompany him. She slowly nodded back to him and walked over to the Cello, sitting down in the nearest chair and gently picking up the precious instrument.

The cello's body fit her like a glove, molding into her like a second skin. It felt like it had been made just for her and it was a perfect match. Sarah felt her tears run down her face as she held the instrument in her hands. It had been years since she had held or played a cello and the girl had missed it more than she had realized.

Sarah picked up her bow and listened to where Jareth was in the song. When she found her place she began to play the harmony to the beautiful song.

The two sounds combined and told a heartbreaking story that seemed to make time stop. Sarah closed her eyes and weaved to the music as she played, hanging over her Cello as she played the beloved notes from memory. And it was perfection.

Jareth smiled at her and closed his eyes too, swaying to the music as well; enjoying the fact that Sarah was actually doing something with him and actually enjoying it.

Mariya continued to watch from the doorway, observing the apparent connection between Jareth and his future Queen. The music was healing Sarah and with that healing it was helping Jareth as well.

As the song ended Jareth walked over and kissed Sarah's forehead gently, with his trademark smirk in place.

"Now, that wasn't so bad, was it Sarah?"

"No it wasn't," Sarah admitted, shyly smiling up at him, before a crazy grin spread across her tear stained face.

"Can we play another one?"