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Gah, how much did I have to drink? Sarah thought to herself as she began to wake. Wait a minute, I didn't drink at all. What happened? Sarah replayed the events of the previous day. She was sitting in the garden when Jareth surprised her with a visit with her three friends. They had a picnic and chatted for a while, and then… didn't Jareth come get her?

"Ow, my head," Sarah moaned as she turned in bed. Jareth wrapped his arms around her, "It's ok, Precious. I'm here. You'll be ok." Sarah blinked her eyes. "Jareth?" Sarah asked groggily. Jareth kissed her forehead. "What is it love?" "What happened last night? Why do I feel like I have a hangover and like I got run over?" Sarah inquired. Jareth brushed the brown tresses out of Sarah's face so that he could look at her. "You honestly don't remember?" Sarah crinkled her nose and thought for a moment. "Well I remember picnicking with Hoggle, Sir Didymus, and Ludo in the gardens. I'm pretty sure I remember you coming to get me afterwards and then… I don't remember."

Jareth sighed. He really did not want to recount the events of yesterday. He was furious that Calabar was ever able to gain access to his kingdom and then had the audacity to kidnap his wife. He knew one thing for sure: whoever takes over as the King of Shadows will not have to audacity to try that.

Jareth hugged Sarah closer to himself. "Precious, that was not me who came to you after your picnic. That was Calabar in the guise of me." Sarah inhaled sharply. It all came flooding back to her. She remembered the dungeon, Calabar appearing to her and beating her, and how he wanted to rape her to destroy Jareth. "Oh my god," Sarah began to sob. Jareth planted sweet kisses all over her. "It's ok Precious. I promise. It's all over. Calabar is gone forever. You're safe. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again. I'm sorry I didn't protect you in the first place." Sarah looked up at Jareth. "It's not your fault. You can't be with me 24/7. I understand that. I know you love me and want to keep me safe."

Jareth laid with Sarah for awhile. She had been given a sleeping aid to help with her nerves even though she had been knocked unconscious. After a few more hours, Sarah woke back up to the smell of hot chicken noodle soup tickling her nose. "Are you hungry my love?" Jareth asked. Sarah needn't answer because her stomach growled at that moment. Jareth chuckled, "Well, I suppose that answers my question."

Sarah sat up very gingerly, as she was still in a great day of pain from the thrashing she took yesterday. Jareth wheeled the cart over to her bedside for her to eat from. Jareth watched Sarah as she ate her soup. He was mighty lucky that Sarah is such a strong woman. "You must have been petrified my love." Sarah put down her spoon and looked in Jareth alluring mismatched eyes. "You know, at first I was scared to death, but then the fear was replaced by anger. I would not let him destroy you, so I fought back the best I could." Jareth leaned in and claimed Sarah's lips in a loving kiss. "You did wonderfully, pet."

Once Sarah had finished her soup, Jareth moved the cart away. "Unfortunately Precious, I do have some matters to attend to. I have to tie up some loose ends from yesterday. I want you to stay in the bedchamber and rest. Perhaps a bath would feel good. The door will be locked by my magic to prevent you from disobeying me." Sarah sighed. She was feeling much better after eating so she wanted to get out of the bedchamber and go for a walk, perhaps to the garden. Sarah knew, however, that Jareth was not to be argued with. She vowed to learn to pick her battles with him. "Whatever you say Jareth."

Jareth smiled and kissed his wife. He knew that she wasn't happy but it was for the best after the turmoil she endured yesterday. "I promise to come back as soon as I can, and then we can go for a walk together." Sarah smiled at Jareth. "Alright. Hurry back." Jareth nodded and gave her one last kiss before heading to his study where his father awaited him.

Sarah got up from the bed and gingerly walked over to the bathroom. A bath sounded like a wonderful idea given the pain she was still feeling. Jareth clearly knew she would want a bath because the large marble tub was already full of steaming water. An intoxicating aroma of peaches and other fruits filled the air. Sarah slid her nightgown over her head and to the floor. Then she slowly lowered herself into the water with a sigh of relaxation. Yes, a bath was a wise choice.

While Sarah bathed in relaxation, Jareth met with his father, the High King, in his study. The two men nodded in salutations. "Well my son, how does your Queen fair?" King Zareth asked Jareth. "She is doing very well, all things considered," Jareth replied. "She is still experiencing some pain, but that is expected." Zareth was glad to hear it. "And what of her spirits?" Jareth smiled. "She is a remarkably brave and strong woman. She harbors no continuing fear." Zareth patted his son's arm. "Yes she is a strong woman. You, my boy, are quite lucky to have her." Jareth had to agree with that. He knew from the time that a fifteen year old Sarah first stood before him that this was the girl who would capture his heart.

"Now let's get down to business. Calabar is dead. Who was the Shadow crown gone to?" Jareth asked as he handed his father a glass of brandy. Zareth gratefully took a sip, for it was a long night with the very little sleep for the High King. "The crown has gone to his nephew, Alfgeir." Jareth did not know of Calabar's family tree, and up until now, he did not care about it. "What of him? Do you know much about him?" Zareth grinned for he was quite happy to deliver good news to Jareth for once. "Alfgeir is the reason Calabar wanted to get an heir out of your Sarah. Alfgeir wants peace restored in the Shadow Kingdom. Calabar knew was next to inherit the throne, lest he had an heir. Obviously, Calabar did not want his nephew to be the next king as they had differing visions of how the kingdom should be run."

Jareth was definitely glad. It was good news indeed. "So has this Alfgeir made contact with you?" he asked his father as he continued to drink his brandy. "Yes my son. He wishes to make restitutions to right the wrongs his uncle committed. He offers his sincerest apologies for the actions of Calabar and sends well wishes for the speedy recovery of the Goblin Queen." Jareth was most pleased with this news. Zareth gulped down the rest of his brandy, "Well Jareth, it's about time I return to my castle and to your mother. I shall see you soon." Jareth shook his father's hand. "Thank you for all your help Father." Zareth shook Jareth's hand back that dematerialized.

Jareth was pleased with the news his father gave him, but now he had business to get to, so that he could spend time with Sarah. Parchments stacked high on his desk were awaiting his approval or signature. Oh the glamorous side of being the king, Jareth thought to himself.

Sarah finally decided to get out of the tub after half an hour. Sarah noted that the bath water never seemed to get cool, which delighted her. Sarah decided magic definitely had its perks. She put on a lush purple robe and walked back into the bedchamber. Sarah really didn't feel like staying cooped up in the room. Her injuries were barely bothering her. She thought Jareth was being too cautious by making her stay in the bedchamber. Sarah sighed as she looked at the big wooden door that led to the hallway. Certainly she could just wish her way out of the room like the day after her wedding. Sarah walked to toward the door as a phantom voice said to her, "I wouldn't do that if I were you precious." Sarah yelped in surprise. Apparently, Jareth was using one of crystals to check up on her. Sarah didn't like being spied on, but she knew Jareth was going to be very serious about protecting her. So Sarah huffed over to the bookshelf, picked a book, and then plopped down on one of the chaise lounges on the balcony.

Sarah felt a kiss on eyes. She opened them to see Jareth smiling down at her. She must have dozed off while reading a Jane Austen favorite. "Hello Precious. I'm glad to see you thought twice about attempting to disobey me." Sarah stretched her arms and couldn't help but smile back at Jareth. "It seems I was taught a rather painful lesson the first time I disobeyed you, so I figured I better not tempt fate." Jareth took Sarah by the hands to help her up. He put his arms around her waist. "Very good Sarah. You see I have two notions. Bad girls must be punished," Jareth paused to give Sarah a rather passionate kiss, "Whereas good girls get good things."

Sarah felt the fairies dance around her stomach as her husband led her back into the bedchamber and directly over to the bed.