Since I got so many reviews (well, more than usual anyway), I thought I'd go ahead and update with the chapter with them at the ball!
Guest: I also liked seeing her go through the labyrinth! Did you guys catch the different creatures bowing for her like the fireys? Oooooh that'll be important later!
FireShifter: Ahhh thank you so much! You will see them interact here! And Sarah actually doesn't remember the labyrinth at all, not even as a dream. It's as if it never happened to her but she feels that it's familiar. That's important so keep in mind that she doesn't remember Jareth as the king. And goodness her stepfamily are just evil aren't they? I felt kinda sad rereading it actually because how dare someone hurt anyone that way especially someone as pure as Sarah?
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Jareth gave a gracious bow to Princess Celeste. He took her hand and kissed it swiftly like a gentleman. "Your Royal Highness, how do you do?"
Celeste curtsied back to him. Jareth did in fact notice that she was beautiful. He noticed the beauty in so many people tonight. Not their outer beautify with the fancy costumes and make up, but their inner. Celeste was a sweet girl and he always remembered their friendship with such fondness.
"Your Majesty." Celeste curtsied. Her tanned skin and large red lips reminded Jareth of middle eastern women of the Above. He found it a shame that a lot of racism was still happening Above for Celeste was considered so, so lovely.
But no matter how lovely she was, she didn't hold his heart.
The two queens looked at them with excitement, as if ready for match making.
"Shall we go and greet our guests?" Jareth asked her.
He offered his arm to her and his eyes absently swept over the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of his Sarah. The maidens in the crowd kept batting their eyes at him and the gentlemen were eyeing Celeste. Though it was tradition that he should announce his proposal to Celeste, to them, there was a possibility that their monarchs would still marry a noble.
Queen Eloise saw Jareth's eyes linger in the crowd. She wondered if he was looking for the girl who had defeated him and decided it was time to start. She still hoped for a union between him and Celeste for she loved the princess and would feel comfortable with her in Jareth's arms. She cleared her throat and began to speak. "Thank you everyone for accepting our invitation to graciously come to our ball tonight. Let us begin the introductions."
Jareth tried to not tap his foot impatiently at the never ending sight of all the nobles being introduced. Where was Sarah?
One such family came to be introduced. His eyes widened at a familiar sight.
Toby.
He never forgot a wished-away child no matter how grown they were. There was always a connection he had with them, whether the children understood or not. Seeing Toby, his heart sped up at how the toddler looked like he was well cared for. Most likely at the hand of Sarah.
Seeing Toby, his eyes swept around for Sarah, but all he could see were Lady Irene and her daughters looking his way. Their body language showed that they were there for one goal: to secure wealth for themselves. Though Irene was holding Toby's hand, he was largely forgotten.
Jareth's eyes began to widen as pieces began to come together. Sarah being difficult, the fact that he hadn't ever seen her again since her father passed (besides the Labyrinth trek), and how she had been scared of him.
Maybe it was a reach, but could it be that she was being abused at home? Not just neglect abuse or being treated as a slave, but smashed her spirit to pieces?
Oh Sarah. He thought with a pang of pain. He cursed inwardly at not being able to do anything. If she was his subject, he would be able to but as she was not, he couldn't just walk in and investigate her plight without her permission. Magic could only go so far.
He did, however, made sure that if she accepted his invitation, if she wore the dress he gave her, then there would be a carriage just for her. And those goblins had strict instructions to keep her safe. Trying to be thoughtful, he even let her three friends be the one to let her into the labyrinth. He wondered if she did come through with them or if she was stuck at home. He would find out later tonight, for if he didn't see her, he would find her friends and ask if they had seen her.
The crowd began to mingle a little with some music. He was about to give up his gazing search for Sarah when a flash of silver caught his eye.
There! She was here!
It was a short glimpse, enough to make a human question that they were hallucinating. But as Jareth was the master of illusions and disguise, he knew what was real from fake. He knew it was Sarah!
He turned around and gave a bow to Princess Celeste. "If you'll excuse me, Princess."
Celeste gave a small incline of her head but her eyes were puzzled as the king walked away. "Of course." She said politely.
Queen Eloise gaped at her son. She turned to the princess and apologized. "I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness. I'm not sure what's gotten into him."
Jareth made through the crowd, everyone wanting to look at him, get a glimpse of his attention as he was looking for Sarah. They all gave him strange looks as if he were otherworldly. Sometimes, he'd see flashes of silver from her dress. So close, but so far.
It didn't escape his observance that it was the reverse of the peach dream where this time, he was seeking her out.
In between a fan of feathers, a lady held them down to reveal Sarah who stood between two men.
Sarah felt more and more nervous as the crowd started to minke. Her dress was beautiful, yes, but she felt like she was just playing dress up. What was she even thinking, putting on some magical dress and then going in a carriage?
She saw the goblin king once again, now that he was moving closer into the crowd. The king she had read about so many times in her stories. She wasn't able to see his face to make out the features, but she saw enough to put her in awe. His hair was a mess but a handsome mess it was. His eyes were painted brightly and his blue jacket glittered like the midnight sky. He had a sword strapped to his side and was standing next to her own Princess Celeste. Or he was, until he bowed and moved away.
She wasn't sure why, but she wanted to observe him. She wanted to find Jareth, to meet him again but the king seemed to be looking right in her direction
The crowd began to mingle and talk as well as get his attention. Everyone was confused. They all knew the purpose of the ball, for the king to find a wife and it was most likely going to be Princess Celeste. They were a good match, both strong and had magic. So why was he coming into the crowd? Some dared to hope that with their pretty dresses, they had caught his eye and could be a potential bride.
Sarah picked up her dress and walked away to avoid him coming to her. She didn't want any questions asked and while she should thank him for his invitation, she wasn't ready to just yet. Not before finding Jareth. She just tried to stand off to the side and watch him but he kept moving and moving, never pausing enough for her to really see his face.
Why did this feel familiar but opposite? Why did it feel like she was playing a chasing game with him when she didn't even know him?
And where in the Underground was Jareth?
After trying to get a good look at the king but failing, she was stopped by two handsome young men who were taken by her beauty. They chatted with her a bit, and as usual, Sarah gave them vague answers about who she was. She did find that she liked their attentions though. Even if she couldn't find Jareth or take another peak at the mystery king, she would be able to at least have a night of fun.
A woman with a fan moved away and everyone stared in shock at the king.
But none more than Sarah.
For now that she could see his face up close, she could see that the king was none other than Jareth.
Her Jareth.
King Jareth of goblins...
The Jareth she fell for...
They were one and the same.
As if on cue, she took a step towards him, away from the two doting men on either side of her just as they stepped back and bowed to the king. Jareth also took a step towards her.
Everyone was looking at them now. Some had seen Sarah already, her beauty and her dress outshining everyone. But now, in the good graces of the king, how could they not notice her?
Sarah thought about all the times he had talked to her. All the jobs said he did. All without revealing that he was in fact, the king of her dreams.
Wait, dreams?
Jareth was pleased to see her wearing the dress he had provided. He hoped that by wearing a dress almost exactly like the one from her peach dream and by him dressing the same way (adding in his ceremonial sword of course), he could jog her memory. It seemed though, that she still only remembered him as Jareth and still forgotten her time in the labyrinth.
He also saw the owl necklace sitting around her neck. He breathed in reverence at seeing his first gift to her on her, showing him that she still thought about him and cared for him. To his relief, she looked happy to see him and not at all upset that it had been two years since they had last been together. He would apologize later, but for now, he just wanted her in his arms.
Sarah couldn't help smiling at him. He was so handsome and his face so sweet to her. She gave a small cutesy. "Hello, Jareth."
Jareth gave a small bow to her, looking into her eyes. Her eyes shone with such sparkling happiness at seeing him and saying his name that he thought his heart was going to explode. "Hello, Precious Sarah."
They were thoroughly aware now that everyone had made room around for them, but neither still cared what anyone saw. They were here for each other.
Jareth cleared his throat. He had never felt so in awe or so nervous about a girl before, and that was saying something. "My Lady, if I may, that is..."
He swallowed as a wave of sweat hit the back of his neck. Why was it so much more difficult in real life than in dreams or in a market? "...I would love the honor, if you would grant me to have this first... uh,"
Damn his nervousness!
Sarah blushed, pleased at his nervousness for she was feeling it too. It made him all the more charming. Sure, his arrogant acts made her laugh but to see into his heart made her melt. He never looked at her anywhere but her eyes. He wanted her not for her beauty, but for who she really was.
"The first dance?" She giggled playfully.
Jareth looked at his feet and let out a chuckle. "Yes, that's it. Dance."
Sarah gave him a shy but eager nod. Her hands were still at her sides. She started to feel nervous, not dancing since her father had passed.
Jareth gazed into her eyes intensely and slid his right hand to hold behind her waist, his other hand behind his back.
Sarah felt herself breathe in at his touch, feeling the heat of his hand through her dress and warming her back.
The music started. Jareth, still holding her the same way began to sway her back and forth. He gave her a reassuring smile that he would take care of her. He was guiding her as he was a master at dancing and Sarah followed his steps.
Neither said a word to each other, just stared into each other's eyes with small smiles and teasing glances. Jareth brought her to his side and made sure at least one of his hands was always on her waist. Swaying again, he took the hand behind his back and lifted her hand up gently in the air to almost float like a feather.
He's not wearing gloves, Sarah thought with delight. A pleasant sensation flowed through her when they touched hands, as it always did when they touched. Wait, why did she even think that? She had never known Jareth to wear gloves.
Did she?
She smiled again. No matter. She was here and dancing with her Jareth. It didn't matter that he was the goblin king.
He spun her around and glided his hand down her arm to rest once again on her waist while she placed her hand on his chest. He held out his arm to her, one hand behind his back as she took it and smiled so beautifully for him.
Sarah had never danced like this before. And so effortlessly too with Jareth as her partner! He twirled her around to show the beauty of her dress, dancing lovingly for all to see. Unexpectedly, he pulled her close to him so one of his hands was on her waist and the other grasping her hand. Her own hands were on his shoulder or in his hand.
Jareth heard her little gasp as she was pulled in close to him and was pleased with it. Her eyes were only halfway open in a dreamlike state and her hands holding him with all the trust in the world. It humbled him to have her trust him so much to lead her through the first dance in front of everyone.
Giving a triumphant smile, he twirled her out from him twice before reigning her in again. Not in front of him, but beside him. He had one arm around her waist to rest on her hip and was absolutely ecstatic that she had her hand on top of that hand.
They were now expanding their dance to a larger circle so much that the crowd gave little gasps and moved backwards to avoid being hit by her large dress. Sarah had her head thrown back in bliss at being in his arms and could see his handsome face beaming down on her, returning the sentiment.
Jareth lifted Sarah up a little, making her dress come down in waves. Being the show off he was, he couldn't resist grabbing her waist with both hands and lift her up in the air. In that moment, he felt the most humble yet powerful he had ever been. For anyone to lead Sarah into such a complicated dance must be someone special and someone she trusted. And he was beyond grateful that he had her trust.
Sarah inhaled in surprise and let out a small squeal. When Jareth brought her back down to earth, she stared into his adoring gaze with their noses almost touching.
As the song was about to end, Jareth took her hand and dipped her down, supporting her weight with his hand on her waist. Lifting her back up, he gave a gentlemanly bow, with a hand on his heart as she sank to the ground in a curtesy.
The crowed erupted in an applause for the most beautiful dance they had ever seen. Everyone whispered, wondering who this mystery girl was and how she captivated the king.
As for the couple, all they could think about were each other. Sarah was inexperienced in the ways of men when it came to courting and she felt a little shy about being in the arms of such a powerful king. As for Jareth, he wanted to just sweep her off her feet and marry her right then and there with only holding him back was that he didn't want to scare her away.
A new dance started. This time, lively and more energetic. As Sarah was more familiar with this one, she kicked her leg up in the dance and lead Jareth more than he had lead her. The king, while not used to being in control, let Sarah do what she wanted.
After a few twists and turns, he leaned into her ear, his hair tickling the side of her cheek. "Come with me." He whispered.
Sarah's eyes widened and so did her smile as he took her hand and trotted off like a couple of excited kids.
"Who was that, mother?" Drizella stared at the woman dancing with the king. "She looks familiar..."
"But too far to see!" Anastasia hissed. "Now every man is staring at her."
Irene's eyes narrowed. She couldn't place it either. Maybe she had met the girl at some other event. "I don't know girls, but this doesn't bode well. All the young men would no doubt be talking about her."
"But she's with the king, no man can take her away from him, could they?"
Toby said nothing. He tried to hide his smile, but he found that the girl looked familiar with the king. As if he had seen the dance in a crystal before. Looking closely, he barely held a gasp. It was Sarah!
Toby had a grin on his face now but he tried to keep it toned down. His mother and other sisters didn't like Sarah and he couldn't understand it. Sarah was the only person who really took care of him and read him books or played with him. Everyone else just told him he was cute. He remembered the story she shared with him, about a goblin king and a girl. He was so sad when his mother told him that Sarah wouldn't be coming and he had worried so much about her.
Maybe this was Sarah's chance to finally win his heart. She looked so beautiful, more beautiful than ever.
Yes, he would keep quiet so Sarah wouldn't be in trouble.
Irene took her fan and smacked her daughters on the side of the head. "Concentrate! Go and dance with someone. Try to find a husband!"
Jareth lead her outside where a beautiful fountain and a lovely river was with a small bridge over it. Small flowers seemed to glow in the night sky and the trees were gently flowing in the wind.
Jareth lead her a bench, his hands never leaving hers. Oh, she was so, so beautiful.
Sarah looked at him in awe, not for the first or last time of that night. His make up done beautifully, his unique style... all of it just made her want to know everything about him.
"So, you're the king." She teased him. "I suppose I should also say, happy birthday too." She winked at him.
Jareth gave a dark laugh and pulled her close but not too close. He didn't want to appear aggressive. "Yes, Precious. That I am. I wasn't able to tell you-"
"It's alright." She promised him. "I understand." She really did, for being a monarch was not something to be taken lightly. "That explains why I never saw you again."
Jareth's lips formed a straight line. "That's not true, Sarah. I tried to find you but you weren't ever in the market again and I didn't know where you lived. I have thought about you for two years and I'm so, so sorry for not finding you sooner in my pride."
Sarah gave a half shrug. "It's alright, I'm glad that I can see you now at least." She said sincerely. There would be time to make it up later. "I missed you."
Jareth didn't understand how he didn't just melt into a puddle at her words. "I miss you too, Precious."
Sarah looked back towards the direction of the castle, a frown on her face.
Jareth caught that right away. "What's wrong, Sarah?"
Sarah angled her body so it wasn't facing him and sighed. "You're a king. Why are you here with me? Why aren't you dancing with Princess Celeste?"
Jareth, being king, was well versed in semantics and even sneaky tricks. He never lied to anyone, but he had to use certain tricks to get the upper hand. Sarah was powerful in her own right but trickery wasn't who she was. She teased and bantered on silly things. If she were any other woman, he'd tease and ask her why she cared so much about Celeste.
But she wasn't any other woman. She was pure and innocent in the ways of courting. He learned two years ago that his methods of trying to get her to fear him hadn't worked. She laid herself bare for him and he hadn't had the wisdom to do the same until the end. And when he did, she didn't take him seriously and pushed him away from her.
So he gave her the most honest answer he could. He took her hand and when she looked at him, he brought it to his lips, kissing her fingers. "Sarah, I'm not with Celeste or anyone else because I want to be with you."
Sarah still had a mournful look on her face. "But I'm just a nobody. I have no title, no land-"
"You have something far greater than any of that." His voice dropped low and his body tensed up. He didn't want to be vulnerable but if she was willing to be for him, then he should do the same. "You have wit. You have kindness. You have logic in you and the sheer determination to do what you need and to admit when you're wrong gracefully. I promise you, Sarah. No other woman can even hold a candle to you in my eyes. You are my equal. Above all, you're precious."
Sarah didn't say anything. She just searched in his eyes and felt his hands touch hers gently. Jareth didn't move, letting her set the pace. Her lovely green eyes finally found what they were looking in his blue ones.
After a minute, Sarah slowly but not hesitantly put her hands on his shoulders. She had never been so close to a man. "I believe you."
That was all it took.
Jareth leaned forward slowly enough for her to back away if she wanted. Just as slowly, Sarah closed her eyes and opened her lips just a little.
Jareth captured her lips in his. A long time ago, he told himself that he wouldn't kiss a woman until she held his heart in her hands. He never thought the day would come when he would share something so special as a kiss with someone.
No other woman was more worthy to hold his heart.
He had never kissed anyone's lips before. Kisses on the cheek were seen as sweet but lips held more meaning to them. He slowly coaxed her lips to move against his and Sarah was now eagerly opening up to him too. She even moved her hands up to intertwine in his large hair.
Sarah wondered if she had ever experienced anything so wonderful. She had always wondered what a kiss would be like and this was everything she ever wanted and more. Jareth's hands came around her waist and pulled her close to his body as if she was something to be treasured beyond anything.
Even the stars seemed to twinkle at the love the king and his champion were showing one another.
When they pulled apart, Jareth was delighted to see Sarah's healthy blush. She bit her bottom lip and looked down shyly. As for him, he knew he was grinning like a silly boy. This woman here. She always made him smile and kept him on his toes.
He pulled her close once more and buried his face in the crook of her neck where her shoulder was exposed and kissed the open flesh. "Oh, Sarah. You've turned my world, you Precious thing."
Sarah had her head on his shoulder too, still feeling his kiss on her lips and a feeling of something more than just excitement through her when he kissed her shoulder.
Then he called her Precious.
She tried to relax into his embrace and while she felt safe, his last sentence made he feel melancholy for some reason. Melancholy and also in panic.
Both stiffened at the noise of the clock striking twelve that interrupted their peaceful mood.
Sarah's head began to swam. The clock striking twelve...
She saw herself smashing the walls.
She saw Jareth looming over her and baiting her on.
She saw how she almost fell in the Bog of Eternal Stench.
She saw how she solved the riddle of the two doors.
She saw the staircase and how she couldn't reach Toby.
She saw how Jareth, dressed in lavender had tried to make her stay one last time.
She saw the labyrinth.
Sarah gasped and shoved Jareth away. "You!" She exclaimed.
Jareth blinked. "Excuse me?"
Sarah stood up and backed away from him. "What do you want from me?! You can't hurt Toby!"
Tears welled up in her eyes. She remembered feeling betrayed and hurt. Was he just here to trick her again? Was this some kind of sick revenge?
"Sarah I would never hurt Toby! I want you!" Jareth pleaded. He didn't expect this reaction from her when she remembered the labyrinth, instead he had expected for her to love him and know all he did for her. "Don't leave!"
"Stay away from me!" She sobbed. "You tricked me. You made me think for one second that I was someone special!"
"You are! You've always been special to me!" He cried. He was on his knees now and his hands clasped together. "I beg you, Sarah!"
Seeing him on his knees almost made her resolve snap. He was a powerful king and shouldn't be on his knees. She had seen the gentle, loving side of him and the mischievous, less noble side of him from the labyrinth. What to believe?
But those eyes. Oh, they held sincerity in them as well as hurt.
Sarah panicked. She didn't know what to think or what to do.
She just knew she had to think away from him.
"I'm sorry, I can't- I need- I have to go." She sobbed out. She faced him again and hoped that he understood her fear, her uncertainty. "I'm sorry."
Sarah turned on her heel and ran.
"SARAH!" Jareth ran after her but he tripped. He made a crystal and threw it after her but to his surprise, it melted away!
Looking up again, Sarah seemed to have disappeared.
No trace of her was there.
Except one glass slipper. Made by his own hand.
Sarah nearly tripped on a branch and her shoe came off. She ignored it and kept on running. She half expected Jareth to catch her and speak to her and was sort of disappointed that he didn't.
"Maybe he doesn't want me." She sobbed.
She saw her carriage and stepped in. It raced back home as quickly as it had came there.
When she got back home, Sarah found that her dress had once again transformed back into the torn dress that belonged to her mother. Even the carriage disappeared.
The shoe was the only thing that didn't go away.
She settled in her bed, thinking about Jareth as she hadn't been able to remember or contemplated on her fantastic Labyrinth journey. He had no excuse to act the way he did to her during the labyrinth. He was cruel and cocky, acting indifferent to her.
But he was also right.
"I wanted a villain. And he delivered." She whispered to herself. "I wanted a charming king and he also gave me that."
She pondered all of this and more. She now remembered his heartbroken face when she said he had no power over her.
And then she thought tonight's ball.
He told her that he had tried to find her in the market. The market she never went back after her father's death because of Irene.
Wait.
If that was the case, maybe... maybe Jareth thought she had abandoned him?
Was that why he was so cruel to her when she wished Toby away?
Once in an outing, he told her that he found it cruel with Undergrounders wished children away when children were scarce and made it clear the disdain he felt for people who would abandon their children like that. The fact that Irene had three children was unheard of. Sarah remembered when he mocked her in Toby's room for wishing him away.
Could it be that he thought her a monster for wishing her brother away?
Things still confused her, but she couldn't deny the sincerity in his eyes. He clearly cared for her. And deeply. She pulled the blankets to her now, regretting that she didn't stay to hear him out. Sure, he went about it the wrong way but he didn't seem to do all of that out of pure malice. Arrogance maybe, as was typical for him. He never let her get hurt and he did give her the child back. He wasn't beyond redemption or forgiveness. She had messed things up too, but she also was not far from redemption.
That red book made her want him to give her the fire back in her life, the will to live. The adventure taught her to not take Toby for granted and she had been changed even if she didn't remember it.
But he had scared her so.
"Oh, did I ruin my chance with him?" She sobbed. "Oh no."
She took the little glass slipper and held it to the moonlight. She gave a small smile and wiped her tears. "I wanted a ball, a good night as a break from all of this. And I got it."
Maybe she wouldn't ever see Jareth again. Maybe he didn't even want her now. Maybe he would marry Princess Celeste. But she didn't care. She wouldn't take this night for granted and she would always be grateful for what she had. She was also able to meet her three friends again and spent a little time with them even she didn't remember who they were. She knew he did this for her. Her Jareth, always reminding her that she was Precious.
Maybe one day she would be able to see him again, assuming he still wanted her.
"At least I had one magical night and a magical kiss with the king of my dreams." She sighed contently. This would forever fuel her will to live, to remember that somewhere out there, someone cared about her.
Jareth clutched the small shoe. A shoe that was crafted from his own crystals. His heart was breaking at the betrayed look she gave him.
His first instinct was to storm and scream his head off. He knew from her eyes that she just didn't hold his heart, he held hers too. He wanted to find her by any means necessary even if it meant storming into the Estella Kingdom and searching every single home to drag her to his castle and force her to talk with him.
But the sight of her broken face brought him back to reality. This was the reason he had lost her in the first place. He was too aggressive, too cocky and he had scared her. She couldn't have known that he did all of that for her. She probably assumed that his mean self was how he would always treat her.
Then he replayed his last lines.
"Fear me, love me, do as I say. Oh no." He bit his knuckles.
He had known what he said was wrong before but now he truly understood her pain.
He wanted her to fear losing him. He wanted her to do as he said so he could convince his council to let him marry her. But it was all too fast and though she was 16 at the time, of age to be married, she was too young and too inexperienced to understand. She probably thought he wanted her to really fear him and that he would control her. He wanted to rule over her as her king, as she would be his subject before they married. If they married.
And when she said he had no power over her, all she was meant was that he was her equal. Whereas he had assumed that she meant he hated her.
"She thought I wanted to hurt her." He whispered quietly.
The powerful, almighty king clutched the shoe to himself and sobbed. She had humbled him, had changed him to be a better man. He loved her with all of his heart and now she thought he wanted to hurt her. To scare her was one thing. But to hurt her... no. He wouldn't ever do such a horrid thing.
He had a large headache coming on. He heard more laughing from the ball and decided that he was going to go to bed. No use in staying for the ball when his Sarah was away.
He passed by a few of his employees and goblins.
"Your majesty!" They bowed to him. "The Queen Mother-"
Jareth held his hand up. "I want no more disturbances tonight. I'm going to retire."
"Retire?" A dwarf asked him.
"Yes, retire." He said impatiently. "Please ask the queen mother to close the ball for me when it is over and I'm to not be disturbed unless there's an emergency. Oh, and please bring me some elven wine."
"Elven wine?" The dwarf's eyes got large.
"Yes you buffoon." Jareth growled. "Must you always repeat after me like some parrot?"
The dwarf shook his head. "N-no Sire! We will do just as you asked of us!"
In his private chambers, Jareth drank some very strong elven wine and placed the crystal shoe in a velvet lined box. Tomorrow, he would think about his plan to meet with Sarah again. He had her just in his grasp and he wasn't going to let her go that easily, for they needed to clear things up.
If she didn't want him anymore, he would understand. But he owed her an explanation and he needed to hear what really happened by her own mouth.
But tonight, he would try to forget his stupid actions.
He replayed the beautiful part of the night, when they said they missed each other. When she believed him when he told her that he wanted her and no one else. How she had danced with him and gazed lovingly in his eyes.
Not long after, he was fast asleep, still dreaming of her kiss on his lips.
Inspirations: the 2015 Live Action Cinderella inspired the dance scene. You guys should watch the clip of it if you haven't already. Even if you don't like the movie you gotta admit that scene was so well done!
The little pond and stuff when Sarah and Jareth go out to talk references the original Disney animated when Cinderella and the prince dance.
I know this chapter got really sad with Sarah running away and super frustrating but as you can see, both of them clear their minds and are going to have plans to meet each other again. Can you really blame Sarah for running? I know I can't (obviously, I wrote it that way lol). I do personally liked how I explained Jareth's "fear me love me" line without making him look like a controlling weirdo. I still wanted to show that they both understood each other which will give a foreshadow to the next chatper.
How was the kiss? The dance? Toby knowing that it's her? How were the scenes when they were alone and finally understood each other? Overall how did you like their reunion after two years? I hope I did them justice!
Don't worry though, it'll resolve itself! Meanwhile, any predictions? Let me know! This is a Cinderella story so it is pretty predictable
The more reviews I get the faster I'll update!
