When Sarah woke, she found that she was not on the stone floor. She was in the middle of the voluptuous bed, surrounded by various pillows and covered by a thick down quilt.

She was on her back. Laying very still, she looked up at the canopy of her bed and then at the ceiling. The canopy of her bed was made up of some fine gossamer material that was see through.

Outside, some birds hummed in quiet agreement.

"What a strange dream. I wonder if it happened? After all, anything is possible here."

Gathering her resolve, Sarah pushed the quilt aside and rose. Putting her bare feet to the stone floor, she glanced around the room. In one corner stood a dresser and on top of it was a pitcher and a basin. Recalling her history text book and the section about the time of Louis the Sun King of France, Sarah guessed that was where she should wash her face.

Feeling like a Colonial person,Sarah went over and poured some water in the basin and rinsed her face. Pouring some more water, she cupped her hands and drank it.

Opening the drawers of the dresser, she searched for clothing but found nothing.

"Do you expect me to go around in a nightdress all day?" she called out.

A knock sounded at the door and Sarah jumped. There was a rustling of keys and then it opened. Three women came in, each holding a bundle of clothing.

They reminded Sarah of nuns. They wore wimples covering the hair and their dark sombre dresses trailed the floors. The wimples cast a shadow over their faces, so Sarah could not discern their features clearly. She was not sure if they were Goblins or Fey.

"Hello..." she begin before she was cut short by one of the women.

"We are here to dress you, Lady" one them said, taking Sarah by the arm and leading beside the bed.

"I can dress myself" Sarah insisted. They ignored her and lifted the nightdress over her blushing head.

"Please..." Sarah said to no avail. Another woman stepped forward with a chemise and other undergarments. They were snow white and ironed with a stiff starch. The undergarments were followed by three layers of petticoats.

With the help of the other women, Sarah was laced into them. Standing before them with at least a semblance of clothing on, Sarah felt a little better and allowed them without protest to help her into an exquisite dark green gown

When she was dressed, a serving woman bowed and then lifted Sarah's skirts and slipped her feet into some dainty silver slippers. They were flat with no heel. Instead a large gem was placed at the front of each shoe. Sarah guessed that they were emeralds.

Another women procured a hair brush from one of her pockets and proceeded to brush Sarah's tangled hair. When she was finished, a silver diadem was pulled from a velvet case hidden in a large dress pocket. The woman placed it reverently on Sarah's head.

"My lady?"one of the women gestured towards a mirror in the room. Curious, Sarah walked towards it.

She looked like a story book princess. The dark green of the gown bought out the green of Sarah's eyes. The glittering crown on her head sparkled against the dark brown of her hair. Like in the dream that she had of the Goblin King and her dancing together in the ballroom, Sarah did not recognize herself.

"The water closet, Madam" one of the women said, showing Sarah small inner chamber closet room that was covered by a curtain. Sarah had passed it before and had not noticed it.

Yes, she certainly felt like a Colonial woman alright. It was unlike the bathrooms at home, more Roman than Colonial. There was a sink with a water tap.

Seeing that she had no complaints, the women bowed without word to Sarah and left the room. Sarah heard the click of the lock, and then silence.

Sarah, seeing her options limited, set herself down on the bed. She hoped that Jareth had plans to feed her. It seemed eons since she last ate anything. Surely Jareth wasn't going to starve his intended Queen?

Or maybe he liked that sort of thing? Having her beg for something as basic as food?

But then rummaging her mind about all the Fairy Tales she had read as a child, the Fae Folk seemed quite hospitable to Sarah. They usually fed you before sticking you in an oven or leading you off a cliff in Fairy Land.

Thinking about a tale she heard about not eating food in fairyland, because if you do you could never leave, she knew she was beyond help. Regardless of whether or not she ate anything, she was stuck here forever.

"Don't dwell on that. Think of lighter things. Anything! Just do it Sarah!"

She hoped that whatever he choose to feed her was something that was palatable to a human girl.

Just as she started to count the rumblings of her stomach, another knock at the door sounded and in came the serving women. This time they bore covered dishes instead of clothing.

One of the serving women carried what looked like a folding table. She placed it in front of Sarah and then the women began setting down their dishes.

A napkin was placed discreetly in her lap and then the women exited. Their dark skirts swished out the door and there was the sound of a key against the lock.

Sarah uncovered the plates quickly. She was hungry!

There were several types of fruit and what appeared to be porridge and milk. There was a dish of honey as well as raisins. Another plate held bread and a small cask of butter.

Sarah buttered a piece of bread while looking at the fruit.

She recognized what appeared to be star fruit and grapes, as well as oranges, apples, and lo and behold...peaches! But a few others gave her pause.

She avoided what she could not outright name. In a strange place, now was not the time for experimenting.

She ate the bread and butter and choose an apple and the star fruit. She avoided the rest, looking at the peach with a tingle in her back.

She discovered the apples tasted better here than they did Aboveground. They were fresher and crisper tasting. She thought that there was a hint of nutmeg in the apple, impossible as it seemed. She rather liked it.

The bread too was a dream of difference. It was crisp like a French baguette but it fairly melted in Sarah's mouth.

After an hour or so, the women came back and took the dishes and left the room, making sure to lock the door behind them.

She spent what she guessed was the rest of the morning wandering restlessly around the room. Back and forth from the door to the window. Her slippers made soft clicking noises on the stone floor. She pondered the identity of the serving women.

Where they servants? Or maybe they were slaves!

The Goblin King's haughty demeanor seemed akin to the slave master type. After all she was brought here against her will.

He locked her in this very room.

At least he fed her.

"He clothed me as well" Sarah thought disdainfully, wrinkling her nose at the diadem that was placed on her head. They had not even been married yet and she was already marked for the crown.

Sometime during the afternoon there was a rustling at the door and the serving women came in again bearing dishes of food and drink.

Sarah did not try to make conversation with them this time. She watched from a corner of the room as they set up the little table and laid the dishes out in small rows. When they left, locking the door behind them, Sarah walked over to the food and uncovered the dishes.

Soup and sandwiches. She was not sure what kind of soup or sandwiches, but that's what it was.

It didn't appeal to her just now. She was too anxious from being trapped in this room all day to be hungry. She had enough at breakfast anyways.

She covered the dishes back up and let them go cold while she paced the room. Sooner or later the women would come to take them away.

And then what?

Was she to be in this room all day?