Waking up again I thought up another plan. It involved my "future husband'' and death, oh and FIRE! Getting up out of the bed I found that I was no longer as weak as I was before. Strong enough to carry out my plan. Opening the door I remembered him saying that he needed to go finish the wedding stuff. So I headed to the Throne Room. It was all repaired from my vandalism, now my plan was to be repetitive here, but with Jareth inside this time. Sneaking up to the door I threw one directly at Jareth. Then at all of the walls, finally I drowned the door in flames.
Running back to where the room that I was staying in was, I jumped back onto the bed and then covered myself in a blanket. Minutes later the door swung open and I was yanked up from the bed and was looking into Jareth's eyes.
"WHY? Violet WHY?'' My plan had failed His eyes glared at my very soul.
"What!'' I squeaked out.
"Why do you do this Violet? Why do you insist on trying to kill me?''
I was in deep crap