(Please forgive the slight lateness! Work has been Crazy, and personal life bordering on the Insane...)
Word Count: 500
War was looming on the horizon. She knew her husband would handle it all, and had no doubt that he would be victorious, but she was growing weary. Sarah hated how the neighboring kingdoms treated them both. Jareth said they had never much cared for him, as he had always refused, of course, to adhere to their customs and expectations (Sarah's being the only ones, he vowed time and again, to which he had ever willingly bent). She had given up much to remain down here in the Underground with her beloved, but she often wondered if her existence did not make things harder for him, not, she knew, that he would ever admit it.
It was on mornings like these that she tended to come out here to think, before much of the land's occupants had arisen and while their King was still asleep from his nightly journeys. She never asked, anymore, where he went or what he did -- she had faith in him and knew he would always honor her and return to her. She had come, over their time together, to trust him more than she ever had any other living being.
She heard a door open and looked to see their most loyal Knight stepping out. After all these years, she still did not know if she acquainted Sir Didymus more to a fox or a dog, but she smiled, despite the concerns plaguing her, as he lifted his head into the early morning sunshine, sniffed, and inhaled deeply. The Bog always ranked beyond any other odor in existence, but that was exactly why it was always so quiet and peaceful here.
A person could truly get away from all else and be alone with their thoughts, if they could keep from being overpowered by the smell. It was beautiful as well. Back home, the weather had had to shift into Fall for the leaves to change colors, but here, one never knew exactly what color the leaves would shine and shimmer -- likely, she suspected, whatever color their King chose for the moment.
"Ah, fair maiden," Sir Didymus tilted his noble head, "and Your Majesty, to what do I owe this unexpected honor?"
Surprised, Sarah opened her mouth, but she closed it a heartbeat later as Jareth's familiar arms snaked around her waist and pulled her snugly against him. "The Queen is worried, Sir Didymus," Jareth murmured, kissing her hair. "You are my most trusted Knight. You know exactly what forces we wield. Tell her, is there anything for her with which to be concerned?"
"Not a thing, Your Majesty. We shall fight and beat all always!"
"Yes, always," Jareth agreed, whispering into Sarah's ear and kissing her between words. "Always, we will beat all."
"But -- I don't want my presence here to be a bother!"
"Sarah, Sarah, do you still not understand? You are the reason my moons shine. With you, for you, I will and can do anything. That is why they hate you."
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Because of Her
2024-10-02 01:25 (UTC)Word Count: 500
War was looming on the horizon. She knew her husband would handle it all, and had no doubt that he would be victorious, but she was growing weary. Sarah hated how the neighboring kingdoms treated them both. Jareth said they had never much cared for him, as he had always refused, of course, to adhere to their customs and expectations (Sarah's being the only ones, he vowed time and again, to which he had ever willingly bent). She had given up much to remain down here in the Underground with her beloved, but she often wondered if her existence did not make things harder for him, not, she knew, that he would ever admit it.
It was on mornings like these that she tended to come out here to think, before much of the land's occupants had arisen and while their King was still asleep from his nightly journeys. She never asked, anymore, where he went or what he did -- she had faith in him and knew he would always honor her and return to her. She had come, over their time together, to trust him more than she ever had any other living being.
She heard a door open and looked to see their most loyal Knight stepping out. After all these years, she still did not know if she acquainted Sir Didymus more to a fox or a dog, but she smiled, despite the concerns plaguing her, as he lifted his head into the early morning sunshine, sniffed, and inhaled deeply. The Bog always ranked beyond any other odor in existence, but that was exactly why it was always so quiet and peaceful here.
A person could truly get away from all else and be alone with their thoughts, if they could keep from being overpowered by the smell. It was beautiful as well. Back home, the weather had had to shift into Fall for the leaves to change colors, but here, one never knew exactly what color the leaves would shine and shimmer -- likely, she suspected, whatever color their King chose for the moment.
"Ah, fair maiden," Sir Didymus tilted his noble head, "and Your Majesty, to what do I owe this unexpected honor?"
Surprised, Sarah opened her mouth, but she closed it a heartbeat later as Jareth's familiar arms snaked around her waist and pulled her snugly against him. "The Queen is worried, Sir Didymus," Jareth murmured, kissing her hair. "You are my most trusted Knight. You know exactly what forces we wield. Tell her, is there anything for her with which to be concerned?"
"Not a thing, Your Majesty. We shall fight and beat all always!"
"Yes, always," Jareth agreed, whispering into Sarah's ear and kissing her between words. "Always, we will beat all."
"But -- I don't want my presence here to be a bother!"
"Sarah, Sarah, do you still not understand? You are the reason my moons shine. With you, for you, I will and can do anything. That is why they hate you."
The End