Aftermath.
She gasped as she came out of his memories... she had seen so much. Felt so much. It was confusing. And humbling. The King really had fallen in love with the girl, she recalled that now and to see the truth of it was staggering. But... the girl not only crushed his heart, she had stomped all over it.
Looking at him, he was trying to appear as though he was unaffected, but it wasn't quite working for him. Sarah felt for him. He had done so much and truly had asked for so little. But, she was still young. She had growing up to do. And would he wait? Wait longer for such a cruel girl as her? Because she knew then, she was falling for him. And it could grow. If it was allowed to. If He allowed it to... because she already knew she would, as long as he agreed.
"Goblin... Jareth? I..." "Please. I don't want your false pity. You asked, I showed. All can be forgotten now between us. Not... that there ever really was an us." He turned to dismiss her, and suddenly, she grew fearful. "NO!" He stopped, shocked at her outburst, and then she was hurtling into his arms. As her soft body crashed into his, he was overwhelmed. "What is the meaning of this? Precious?" She could only cry and cling to him. "I don't want to forget! Please, Jareth. Don't make me forget! Don't let me forget! Please!" As she cried and clung, she tried to project everything she was feeling, everything she had accepted, into him. Tried to make him feel as she felt.
Suddenly, she seemed to glow... and then he was hit by a powerful wave of emotions. Confusion, fear, uncertainty and mostly... love.
He stared at her... "What's going on, Jareth? What's happening?" She looked so worried, but he could only feel triumph. "When you declared yourself my equal, you declared yourself Fae. And when you admitted to your feelings and accepted them as true and right, you accepted everything I have given you. Including becoming Fae. As Champion of the Labyrinth and it's Lady, it's only right that you be one of us. And now, you will be." She felt cold shock sweep over her. "Really?" When he heard her shocked little squeak, he knew she was feeling overwhelmed. "I have long suspected you of being Daoine Maithe. It means "the good people" in Irish Gaelic. It also means "faerie". I believe you've got family in Ireland?" He felt her nod. "There is a history, I'm sure of it. But it matters not, now. You have made your choice by accepting your feelings about me. Sarah... did you know your name means Princess? And in Irish Gaelic it means brightness. You are my bright Princess. You always have been."
She was shocked. Flattered. A little concerned, too. "What does this mean? Can I... do I... will..." words seemed to fail her. "Hush, Precious. Firstly, tell me how you feel about me." His words, although given as command, held an undertone of awe... and maybe just a tiny hint of uncertainty?
"Well... I... I mean... I think..." she frowned. How was she supposed to say these things to him? But one look at his expectant face, kindness and emotion pouring out of his eyes... "I know I could love you if given enough time to get to know you better. I... I'm still young, I still have things I want to do, but I do know that I would certainly want a future with you." She blushed, she hadn't expected to ever say such things to him. "Oh my Precious Sarah! I have longed to hear those words from you... and I too, desire a future with you by my side as my Queen. And we have an eternity to get to know each other, I, of course, wish to court you... I will reorder time for you, Precious. There isn't anything I won't do for you, Sarah-mine." Crushed into Jareth's grasp, Sarah suddenly felt peaceful, and she knew... she was home.