The next morning news of the sudden appearance of the forest spreads throughout the kingdom as wildfire. While the majority of the kingdom are pleased and baffled, there are a few who see this as a sign of a new high king, others know better.
With a smirk, Trish makes her way with her companion towards the garden. "You know we match again today."
"Yes, I've noticed." Jareth replies, eyeing their outfits.
"Did your shirt change again?"
"No, no it did not," he gives her a look, "Are you insinuating something?"
"Maybe," she says shrugging, "I just find it odd that we match again today. Though crème and black suits you better than pink."
He smiles at this. "I take it that you're not fond of pink?"
"It's not my favorite color."
"Oh," he says raising an eyebrow, "and what would be your favorite color?"
She smiles. "That my friend, is a hard question. For I do not have just one favorite."
"Okay, then what colors do you fancy above others?"
"Though I do enjoy all colors within natural spectrum, I do love all shades of blue, green, purple, as well as white, crème and black." She says as they enter the garden and walk towards the table. A wide smile spreads across his face as he takes his seat.
"You two seem happy," the Queen says, eyeing the pair, "though I can imagine why, considering what has transpired during the night." They both look at each other, then at the Queen.
"You don't know?" the Queen questions, surprised, "A forest has magically spawned from barren land. Not only that, but the crops are more lively and are heavy with yield." She explains with a smirk, staring at Jareth, "I believe it's only the beginning."
Trish turns her gaze to Jareth. "What do you mean, 'it's only the beginning'? Is there something I'm missing?"
"So she doesn't know?" the Queen muses tauntingly.
"Isїbёth..." Jareth growls and the Queen gives him an innocent look.
"Jareth?" Trish drawls, her eyes shifting between the two, "What's going on?"
He lets out a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. "Trish, you know my name, but you do not understand the titles of which it holds. You see..."
"Titles?" she says glaring, "You're the High King, aren't you?"
"Trish, you don't understand..." Jareth starts.
"This is all your fault!" She seethes, turning towards the Queen she gives a slight bow, "Your Majesty, there is much work that needs to be done, I will take my leave." She turns on her heels and walks towards the palace.
"You haven't eaten yet," The Queen calls with an undertone of worry.
"I'm not hungry," Trish sounds as she heads through the archway.
The Queen turns her attention to Jareth, who is still staring where Trish left with a scowl. "I do not see why she is so upset? I would think her glad that she has enough resources to fulfill her work."
Jareth turns towards her, his features formed in a dark stare. "You assume too much," he says coldly, "I no longer possess the power to work such a feat."
"Then what grew the forest?" The Queen questions, turning a few shades paler.
"Not what, but who, and as to who?" he says flicking his head in the direction Trish left.
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Under The Land Of Wonder
RomanceTrishsteena (Trish) has always had vivid dreams, at least that's what she thought they were. She begins to question the reality she knows when a Fae King ,in her dreams, claims that he's real and that she is more than she seems. Could the things he...
