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~Sarah~

She woke as the sun began to peek through the cracks in the curtains of Jareth's chambers. Sarah had ended up lying across his bare chest and falling asleep while he stroked her brown mane. She didn't want to wake him, so she stayed put, happily laying with her head pillowed on his well-muscled chest.

As she drifted in and out of consciousness, she felt him stir. He sighed and looked down at her linen-clad form. His hands began running through her hair and she opened her eyes to meet his. His smirk played across his lips when their eyes met. He put free hand behind his head and looked up at the ceiling.

She thought about what had happened the night before and a bright scarlet spread across her cheeks. He reached down and lovingly caressed her face. He rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow. She crawled up to brush her lips over his in a sweet kiss.

"I love you," he said with his voice just above a whisper.

"I love you, too."

She marveled at the man that was hers. He was her slave, and she knew it. He had been so gentle with her, bending to her every desire with the utmost eagerness. I'll use that to my advantage again tonight, she thought.

A mischievous grin spread across his face as he pulled her closer and whispered into her ear, "Don't expect much sleep, love. You took too long to get here."

Her face burned with another blush and she lightly smacked him across his chest. He grabbed her hand and held it to his heart, allowing her to feel his heartbeat. Like at the masque, he began to hum the tune of the song he had sung to her.

Before they fell victim to their desires once more, Jareth pulled her hand away and kissed her knuckles. He catapulted himself out of his oversized bed and conjured himself an outfit. He held his hand out for her to take and stood her in front of him. With a look of pure affection in his eyes, he hesitatingly conjured a pretty gold dress that complemented his black jacket very nicely.

He closed the distance between them in one stride and cupped her face in his hands, giving her a sweet kiss before offering her his arm to take. Looking confused she asked, "Where are we going?"

Jareth gave her an intoxicating smile and replied, "My mother surely knows what has happened. She won't be happy if kept waiting for much longer. Toby will stay here; he already knows, thanks to a couple nosy goblins that saw the battle in the city." At the look of disappointment on her face, he leaned in and whispered, "Do not fear, precious, we have all night." He gave her a knowing smile.

With a nod she took hold of his arm and he transported them into the capital city.

~Armina~

Of course, as soon as the blood bond was made, Armina knew what had happened. The only one that could have broken the spell was Sarah; she felt it in her bones. The magick in love was extremely potent, and near impossible to destroy.

The rush of power that came with the breaking of the curse surprised her with its force. She hadn't made a spell like that in a long time.

She was, nonetheless, satisfied that Jareth had put away his petty selfishness and embraced some sort of selflessness.

Her morning had started extremely early. She didn't sleep a wink after the rush of a battle; it just didn't work that way for her. Rūbrind, on the other hand, slept soundly.

Near the middle of the night, she dressed and went about repairing the damage done to the flooring in her throne room. The impact of troll feet had utterly destroyed the aged marble.

She collapsed into her throne near daybreak, satisfied that the stonemasons could manage the rest. She drifted into a fitful sleep.

With the bright morning sun shining through the stained-glass windows depicting the provinces of her kingdom, her husband sidled up beside her and pressed her hand to his lips. He walked around in front of her and knelt, looking into her sleep-filled eyes. He pressed a hand to her forehead and spoke, "Love, are you alright?"

"Just peachy, my dearest," she replied, and caressed his face until the worry left his features.

He drew himself up to full height and sat while handmaidens descended like hungry vultures, admiring their bravery and begging to have something useful to do.

A shower of glitter caught their shared attention and she made a dismissive gesture toward the handmaidens, shooing them away.

Jareth and Sarah appeared before her, holding hands. My, my, she thought, they wasted no time, did they?

Jareth strode forward with Sarah on his arm. He bowed low and gave his mother a smile, "Mother, I would like to present you my wife."

With a look of pure joy, she rose from her throne and walked forward. She held them both in a warm embrace. Rūbrind came up behind her and did the same. She gave her son a kiss on the cheek and said, "Well, it's about damn time!"

Sarah couldn't maintain her composure and lapsed into a fit of very un-queenlike giggles at Armina's response.

Rūbrind walked up to Jareth and shook his hand saying, "I told you that you would find her."

"Jareth, the whole attack was, I think, the Troll King's plot to begin a war. I have a feeling that a war is the last thing on your mind right now, but I figured you ought to know," said Armina with a knowing smile.

"I'm a bit too distracted to think of war right now, Mother."

With a graceful flourish of her hand, Armina said, "Let us break our fasts, then; we have much to talk about."

With grand smiles gracing all of their faces, they walked to breakfast, the first of many that they would have together.

~Author's Note~

Thanks for bearing with me, guys. Just be glad that I wasn't the wench I could have been and made the whole "scene" a dream. I thank especially Otherworldlywriter for his comments and I thank you all for reading my mad writings. All I ask is for a few reviews to make it worth my while. There should be a sequel, no?