Labyrinth Pt. II

21. Honoured Guest

A/N:  I wanted to say how awesome it is to have this story ranked at #7 in 80's Movies category! It feels great.
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Jareth's POV

"Wake up, Has-Been!" A kick to my gut caused my eyes to shoot open. "Great. Now I have goblin on my shoe." The fae walks away in disgust leaving me confused on the floor. My vision sharpens and the pain in my middle begins to dull. I move to stand up and my head throbs.
Flashes of someone coming from behind and hitting me on the head, come to mind.

"Dammit." I ignore my head and stand up. "Where am I?"

I look around. I'm in a simple room. No window, a small cot, a table, and a door that's locked. I'm move from the door to sit on the cot when something catches my eye. On the table is a washing basin and a change of clothes.

 
I hold up the clothes and smile. They were mine. I move to wash up and change. I take no pleasure in being dirty.

 
The pants were similar to the pants Sarah chose for me. She called them skinny jeans. Where her pants were made from what they call denim, these were a soft, black leather made from a died banshee hide. Their hide were usually white, although they did sometimes look brown. The shirt was a black linen top with comfortable sleeves. The vest was my favorite one. It was green with black lace along the bottom trim and collar. I kept the boots from the human world and didn't remove any of the jewelry I brought on my person. I checked my reflection in the water and was satisfied. I looked like myself.

A knock on my door broke my reverie. It opened without my permission and in walked the winter brat.

"Ah! I see you changed!" He takes in my appearance. "One of my servants thought it would help you adjust to these living arrangements, so they placed them there."

"You mean you didn't think to give them to me as a gift? I'm wounded." I quip.

"My presents wouldn't be acceptable in Sarah's eyes. So I chose not to." He smiled in a sickly sweet way. It made me want to punch his face.

"You have no right to utter her name, you diseased creature." My incisors grew out and the prince caught sight of them.

"Oh look! Your façade is fading!" He laughs. "Now you really do look like a small animal."

He comes closer to where I stand and bares his teeth. I roll my eyes.

"Yes, yes. The prince has more points in his mouth. Look I'm trembling." I stood perfectly still and stared him in the eye. I could see him become angry.

"Before you say something that forces my hand, I'll tell you that you will be joining the court and I for dinner." He steps away and takes a breath. "My guards will collect you when it is time."

"Why would you have me dine with you? And why would I want to?" This whole scenario sounds preposterous.

"Unlike you, I treat my prisoners fairly. Oh, and the human might be there. If she can leave her room." He turns to leave. "Don't give my staff a hard time."

He leaves and I roll my eyes. He treats his prisoners fairly? He likes torture. There's obviously a catch. The things he alluded to had me almost seeing red. If I didn't know better, I'd be in a rage. Sarah would not trust him. 

"Well he's a gruff sod." A voice sounds from my back pack that's resting in the corner. With a grunt, out pops Mr. Worm.

"What are you doing here?" I haggardly ask him. My brain can't keep up with these developments.

Stupid mortalized muscle.

"Well you don't expect to get through this alone do you?" He responds. "I'm here to help!"

"Not to be rude, but what can a worm do to help?" I warily look at him.

"Well do you want to know if the little lady is alright?" He answers. My eyes widen.
That's right, I can get some truthful information about her. "Maybe even offer advice to the both of you."

"Worm! You can find Sarah!" I exclaim! My heart lightens at the thought of knowing if she's okay. "You must help me save her."

"I'll help." He looks at me intently. "I'll find her because you both are going to need each other." He wiggles swiftly to the door and squeezes underneath. "She is unharmed. I'll be back tonight."

I roughly fall on to the cot once he leaves.

Sarah is okay.

My emotions fall when I think of what the Nyx Sarah said to me.

It's my fault she's here. What if she is hurt and resents me for bringing her. The labyrinth wasn't even an issue. She could've stayed home. She would've been safe. She will hate me, when she finds out.

I shoot up and run to the door.

"Worm! Worm!" I scream.

"Yeah?" He answers a minute later.

"Worm! Don't tell Sarah I'm here. Just make sure she's safe." I tell him.

"If you say so. Then I'll be off." He goes silent and I walk back to the table. I stand there lost in thought and worry.

Knock knock knock!

Loud knocks come before the door is harshly opened. My face steels and I turn towards the fae guards. I remain silent and keep my hands at my sides. Their faces mock me with prejudice and fake pity.
One stands in front of me while the other two grab each of my arms.

"Walk." The one in charge commands.

I hold my ground for a moment before following them out of the room. We walk a decent distance before they stop me in front of two large wooden doors.

 
A moment passes before they both open to reveal a large dining hall full of courtly fae. At the high table sits the winter prince. Next to him is a beautiful creature dressed in a soft purple. Her eyes grab mine and my heart races.

Sarah.
She looks stunning. Her hair is braided and her face looks fresh. Her dress makes me want to smile. It matches my vest and stands out in all the blue and white. It clashes with the soft blue that the winter prick is wearing.

The two guards next to me push me forward. I notice now that on the opposite side of Nyx is an empty chair. That seems to be where I will sit, as I am being led to that direction.

Sarah's POV

In walks the Goblin. Dressed in his normal clothes and looking fresh and clean. His head is high and he gives none of the staring court a glance. His eyes are locked on mine. My blood races at the sight of him.

He's okay and he is here. My mood shifts to dread. He is here. Why is he here? What is Nyx thinking? Is that a bruise? 

The guards on his sides steer him to the empty seat on the opposite side of Nyx. When it's no longer possible to keep eye contact I look down to my plate.
My hand is squeezed and I look up to the creature next to me.
His eyes are amused and his face is smiling in a malicious way. That's when I know he's toying with us.

"My snowflake, do you like our guest? I invited him just for you." He smoothly whispers to me.

He wants me to react. I won't.

"It is definitely a development in the plot." I whisper back. I bring his intertwined hand up to my lips. "I don't see what that has to do with you and I."

Once I kiss his hand, without loosing eye contact, I see his piercing blue eyes darken. My body starts to burn in reaction to his look. I know my lips are probably blue again but I'm starting to not mind.
A chair scraping on the floor removes us from our moment.

"Now we can feast!" Nyx announces and raises his Nectar. Everyone, including myself, raises theirs in response.

I'll play your game, Prince. Just don't underestimate me. Because I will bring you to your knees, and Jareth will finish the job.

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