A/N - final chapter :) Also - please go check out JarethsLoveSlaves, my new collaboration with Joie Cullen. We have the first chapter of our two parter up, Twisted Love.
The Fey nobility took their seats in the Queen of Wishes' ballroom. The castle had no servants as such, but the spirits of past wishes still lingered and quickly transformed Sarah's palace into a wonderland of sights and sounds. Jugglers were summoned from nearby acting troupes, fairies danced joyfully as troubadours spun the wild tale of the Queen of Wishes and her triumphant return.
The palace tentatively sent out a welcome to the Goblin King's castle. The two buildings were forming their alliance, slowly creating small secret passages between them, coming closer to each other to become one huge building joined by a crystal bridge. High in the air, their two throne rooms were moving into one large room on the center of the bridge, bordered by grand fences of gold. Not by physically moving, but more like - one moment - the rooms were in two separate places, then then next, they were joined into one huge room. The chickens were gone, replaced by fountains and harps that played haunting music all on their own. The drab greys and cold stone of the Goblin castle made way for silvers, blacks, and greens that seemed to breathe new life into the buildings.
Rayven and Genevieve made their way to Jareth's bedchambers, knocking forcefully.
"Go away," Jareth growled from the other side of the door and they could hear Sarah giggle.
"Jareth, this is your mother. Open the door, darling and let us help your queen get ready for her day."
After a short period of heated whispers and dare Rayven think it - whining from her son, the door was opened and Sarah hugged her new family.
"I knew you could do it, dear one," Rayven said to Sarah, tears in her eyes. "Meridia would be so proud to know such a one as yourself has taken on her role."
Jareth smiled sadly at that and hugged Sarah to him, nodding.
"You do us all proud, Precious. You shall be a wondrous Queen."
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After their bath and another round of lovemaking, Jareth and Sarah had been interupted by Genevieve and Rayven coming to help the new queen with her hair and gown. This left Jareth to get ready in another room. He groused to Morgan through it all, but once Sarah had learned that her future in laws were there, she had demanded something called 'girl time'. They could hear giggling and whispers from Jareth's room and it took all of Jareth's restraint not to conjure a crystal and listen to the conversation.
"I cannot believe I am not allowed to prepare in my own chambers," Jareth complained, pulling on shiny black boots over dark blue leggings. Morgan snorted in laughter and his older brother glared at him as he threw on a matching dark blue shirt lightly dusted with fine silver glitter. Jareth looked at himself in the full length mirror and smirked. Perfect. The matching jacket was just as the one he wore during Sarah's peach fantasy. A touch of the past to celebrate their future.
"If by prepare, you mean have your way with Sarah again - you'll soon have all the time in the world, brother. Congratulations, by the way - it's been a long time coming, but you seem to have sorted out your love life quite well. Genevieve and I were wondering if you'd ever get your act together."
"I thank you for that fascinating critique of my social skills," Jareth remarked drily. "How do I look?" Morgan gave him a critical glance then laughed as Jareth impatiently waited for an answer.
"Shiny, as always - you may just outshine the bride."
" Hmm, remind me again why I've never bogged you?" Jareth growled, heading for his throne room. Morgan laughed out loud.
"Because I'd make sure you went right along with me, brother - you are my hero after all." Jareth hit Morgan in the back of his head and the two laughed as only brothers who loved each other do.
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Sarah stood in front of the mirror and stared. Dressed in a pale ivory off the shoulder gown, her hair in ribbons dusted with silver glitter, she did not recognize herself. Jareth's mother fastened a silver chain around her throat that boasted a tiny replica of Jareth's medallion. Her's however had tiny fairy wings etched into the design.
"I can't believe this is all really happening," Sarah whispered, watching her reflection. Rayven smiled and kissed her cheek. Merliah perched on her shoulder, proud to be with such a queen.
"You look radiant. Jareth will be most proud to wed such a queen." Sarah blushed and curtsied to her future mother in law.
"Well, your majesty," Genevieve grinned. "What do you think of yourself now that you are no longer covered in muck and wishes?" Sarah groaned in embarassment.
"You were in the crowd, weren't you?" At Genevieve's nod, Sarah sighed then giggled.
"Jareth looked stunned, didn't he?" Rayven smirked, critically rearranging parts of Sarah's hair.
"Well, it's not every day he gets knocked over by his queen on a rampaging throne. Though knowing Crimson, it may not be the last time that happens."
At the mention of the surly throne, Sarah shuddered.
"I don't know about sitting on that crazy throne again, what if she bites me?"
The other women laughed. "Now that you are Queen, Crimson will pledge herself fully to you. You need not worry," Genevieve said, "you have proven yourself in all ways. None may challenge your rule my queen. I'm going to quite enjoy having a sister."
Sarah hugged the Queen of Faith and smiled. "I am too - two sisters actually. Penelope has a long road ahead of her. To start over again - it's very brave of her to even try."
"And we shall help her in all ways we can," Rayven said firmly. "Now - we have a wedding to get to, my girls."
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Rinna stood at the front of the large ballroom as choirs of fairies sang in their native tongue. Sarah and Jareth stood in front of her, holding hands, saying vows, loving each other.
"Sarah, queen of my heart, you make each moment better than the last. I will spend all of eternity proving my devotion to you. You are my every wish." Jareth seemed to glow and a crown of gold appeared on his head.
Sarah smiled. "Jareth, king of my dreams, you make each moment more frustrating, more incredibly exciting than each moment before and I adore you for it. I will spend all of eternity loving you and hoping to prove my devotion to you as well." A glowing silver crown appeared over her head, lowering into place. At that moment, the entire room seemed to glow with a rich, powerful flood of magic, signalling the official joining in marriage of the king of dreams and the queen of wishes.
There was not a dry eye in the palace as the ceremony concluded and Jareth swept his bride into his arms.
"My friends, I give you Jareth and Sarah, long may they reign," Rinna cried out and everyone cheered.
As Jareth kissed her again, Sarah had a feeling that this was the beginning of a fairy tale come true. She'd faced her fears, admitted her love, and become a queen. Smiling she knew that somehow, with Jareth, forever wasn't really long at all.