The ballroom was a glittery wonderland of ribbon and crystal. Sarah gaped at the décor. Hard to believe what goblins can do when they put their minds to it, she thought, running her hands over a satin tablecloth.
"Everything is good, Lady?" asked a grating voice behind her.
Turning, she saw a tall, thin, suited goblin with a tray of crystal glasses. "Oh Crump! It's amazing!" He shone a huge grin. "Thank you so much for your hard work."
"It's a pleasure, Lady Sarah. You and Kingy have beautiful wedding."
"Speaking of," came a voice from the door way. Sarah and Crump turned to see Hoggle. "It's time for you to get ready, Sarah."
She nodded and fell in step with her dwarf friend as they wound their way through the labyrinthine halls of the castle towards her chambers. "Are you sure this is what you wanna do, Sarah? Being Queen is a big responsibility. I don't wanna sees ya get hurt, is all."
"I know you and Jareth don't always get along…" she began, but he cut her off.
"Now, you know wes worked all that out!"
"…but I can't imagine my life any other way, Hoggle. Thank you, for being here, and for giving me away today."
He sighed and opened the door to her chambers, gesturing for her to precede him in. "I kinda feels like your father. Like I'm responsible for ya. So that ain't nothing. But Jareth, he's done this a long time. You're gonna have a lot to do and learn."
"I realize that, daddy," she laughed, standing behind her changing screen and stripping. "Jareth has done this alone too long. I want to help people, and I want to be with him."
"As long as yer sure," Hoggle said, sighing into a seat.
"You sound like a leaky tire with all that sighing. This is supposed to be a happy day!"
He chuckled, then thought to himself. "Hey Sarah…what's a tire?"
Jareth wore a midnight blue suit over a white, open necked shirt and knee-high boots. Sarah's white dress and gold train contrasted beautifully as they danced, eyes focused on each other. "She is lovely," Amira, Jareth's cousin, sighed.
Jakob, her husband, agreed. Shimmera, Princess of the Fairies, sat to his right. "I love the gown. They ordered it from my kingdom," she bragged.
"Have you ever seen Jareth so happy?" His mother, Beatrix, cooed to her husband, Randolf.
"Not since he was a boy!" the older man said, smiling at the oblivious couple.