Please myself

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Jareth sighed heavily, frustration etched on his face as Walter returned to the palace, empty-handed and unable to provide the crucial details about the sorcerers' clan. The weight of their quest seemed to bear down on him as he strode through the grand, dimly lit corridors of the palace, his mind churning with unanswered questions.

Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice Lilith until she walked straight into him, her head bumping against his chest. The unexpected collision snapped her out of her reverie, and she stepped back hastily, a look of surprise and embarrassment crossing her features.

"I apologize," Lilith said softly, her gaze dropping to the polished marble floor.

"Where is the Queen's mind today?" Jareth asked, his tone a blend of curiosity and irritation, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her.

Lilith remained silent, her eyes still lowered. Jareth noticed the unusual absence of her attendant, which only added to his concern.

"I must be going," Lilith said quietly, making a move to pass by him, but Jareth gently caught her arm, his touch firm yet careful.

"What happened to your sharp tongue? Don’t tell me Apollyon fought with you," Jareth teased, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

Lilith's head snapped up, her eyes locking onto his with a sharp, almost uncomfortable intensity. Her expression was a mixture of anger and resignation, and Jareth could sense the turmoil beneath her composed exterior. Despite her apparent irritation, she remained silent, her lips pressed together in a thin line.

"So, Apollyon did fight with you," Jareth said with a grin, amusement dancing in his eyes. He hadn't expected his dear younger brother to ever quarrel with Lilith.

"I thought last night you two would grow closer. Seems like things took a different turn. What did you do to him, Queen Lilith?" Jareth's tone was teasing, his curiosity evident.

Lilith's eyes narrowed suspiciously, her mind racing. She couldn't shake the nagging thought that Jareth might have had something to do with the unexpected turn of events. Without hesitation, she confronted him.

"Did you do it, Jareth?" Lilith's tone was accusatory, her gaze piercing as she sought the truth.

"Did what, Lilith?" Jareth asked, feigning innocence, though a hint of amusement lingered in his voice.

"Mixing aphrodisiacs in our drinks," Lilith clarified, her eyes locked onto his, searching for any sign of deceit.

Jareth's expression shifted to one of genuine surprise. "No. Why would I do that?" he replied plainly, his brow furrowing. "Seems like someone has tampered with your drinks," he proclaimed, his tone turning serious.

Lilith studied him intently, trying to discern the truth. The flicker of confusion in his eyes seemed genuine, but she couldn't be certain. "If it wasn't you, then who?" she asked, her voice softer but still laden with suspicion.

"Does it even matter that someone mixed aphrodisiacs in your drinks? You two are a couple, and intimacy is a given, no?" Jareth asked, his tone light but probing.

Lilith felt a flush of discomfort at his words, the conversation taking an awkward turn. She found it increasingly difficult to discuss such a personal matter with Jareth, especially when her emotions were still raw from the previous night's events.

Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away, seeking solace away from his prying eyes.

Jareth watched her retreating figure, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Interesting. Apollyon and she are already starting to drift apart. I wonder what my brother's thoughts are on this," he muttered to himself. Determined to get to the bottom of the situation, he decided to seek out Apollyon.

Returning to his chamber, Jareth was surprised to find Apollyon already there, standing by the window, looking out at the stormy sky. "You here, brother?" Jareth arched his eyebrows, curiosity piqued.

"You didn't do it," Apollyon said, his tone flat, as he turned to face Jareth.

"You mean mixing the aphrodisiacs in the drinks?" Jareth replied, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Your dear wife seems quite upset. Did you not please her well?" he chuckled, his teasing tone laced with mischief.

"Shut your mouth," Apollyon snapped, pivoting on his feet, his expression darkening with anger. He made a move to leave, but Jareth quickly stepped in his path, blocking his exit.

"Wait, Apollyon. There's no need to get so worked up," Jareth said, his tone shifting to one of genuine concern.

"That human whom you announced as your Queen isn't even interested in you," Jareth pressed, his voice low and insistent. "You two aren’t intimate like real couples, not even once. I'm telling you, once Mother comes here, everything will become even more difficult for you. Lilith doesn't have any feelings for you. How long will you keep going like this?" Jareth's words were sharp, designed to cut deep, reminding Apollyon of the emotional distance that still existed despite all his efforts.

Apollyon clenched his jaw, the morning's hurtful words from Lilith still echoing in his mind. Her coldness, her distance—everything seemed to validate Jareth's harsh truths. The frustration and helplessness he felt were overwhelming.

Jareth continued, his tone softer but still firm, "Apollyon, you need to understand. Mother has expectations, and once she arrives, she'll see the cracks in this facade. I know you’ve tried, but if Lilith doesn’t return your feelings, how much longer can you endure this one-sided struggle?"

But Apollyon couldn’t bear it any longer. Without a word, he disappeared, using his magic to vanish from the room, leaving Jareth alone.