Memory

Illusions and Reality

Among them are dresses marked with lust, pride and power. Hers humbled from the rest. She was the queen to be if her parents are not going to be able to rescue her and it fitted her as the queen of humility.

She gasped as a hand grabbed her shoulders from the people. "I didn't think you liked parties so stay close." He whispers through her ear. A blush crept from her neck to her cheeks. Jareth always had to pick time that made her look innocent and ignorant. How many times should he shock her to make himself satisfied?

"Jareth, a simple nod from you as a notice before creeping up on me would be nice." She says sardonically smiling. The last time she went to a ball was with her past boyfriend which was nice. But this one... she never felt so grand and enormous. With Jareth, she was like an owl dancing with the air breathing through them like shards of ice. To compare, she was more satisfied here than in the above ground balls.

"Down here feels like it's true yet it isn't." She says leaning her head to Jareth's chest as they danced slowly.

"What makes you think it isn't?"

"I don't know. I feel like I don't belong here."

"Yet" Jareth said smiling. Sarah smiled as well agreeing.

"Only an hour left before they can get here." He says.

"Way to kill the mood, dude."

"Apologies, precious thing. But seeing as they made it past the illusion I made them, which is in every way different from yours from the last time, I think they have a chance."

"They do?" Sarah's eyes looked up at Jareth's. His eyes, however unsymmetrical the pupils are, they were unreadable. She can guess that he doesn't like losing but it was more to it than she previously thought. He wanted her to stay. She knows it but denies knowing as she was too naïve. Question was, did he want her to stay because he wanted to, or was this a game like before?

"Are you..." She wanted to add lonely but was cut off as soon as a goblin appeared running down the ball bumping into many balloon dresses as it went.

"You're majesties; the Sentinel of the gate is here!" It said.

Jareth look horrified for the moment and Sarah ignorant. The sentinels entered the room and they left marks in women's eyes. Jareth protectively put an arm around her shoulders. No matter how perfect he looked in his ballroom clothes, Sarah saw fit that he threat from fawning over the sentinel. He was exactly almost Jareth in charm. He was daunting. He was graceful and he was thrilling as he strode in perfect steps. Each female inside the room was swept off their feet as he greets in gentle kiss on hands.

Sarah however kept her face stable. She was bored of these kind of games were males get all the attention. Jareth was handsome. Sentinel is handsome. What about the females?

Jareth looked at Sarah for a moment. He does not understand how she looks at them. He never thought that he can feel irritated for the vast time of his life.

"You can't really like one of them... Sarah?" He asks. She raises her brows and looks at him genuinely smiling. "I don't know... They're kind of nice and gentlemanly." She says. A pang of something sharp struck him from behind. Cruelty knows no bounds.

Jareth shook his head. He's still the King and he was just a sentinel. That has to count for something.

He started to give attention to them. Softly he bowed and acknowledged that Sarah was Jareth's partner so he moved on without greeting with a kiss on the hands. Sarah was not showing an inch of emotion on her face. Jareth found it endearing. The sparks from the sentinel's eye told all women he was free tonight.