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First of all I want to apologize in advance for writing because I am French and my level in English is not very good. ^^
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Three days had passed since the princess had been kidnapped by a street rat. The bandit and Jasmine were found the next day by the spies of the vizier and he had demanded that the criminal be sentenced to death by decapitation. Since that day, the princess did not go out much in her garden that she loved so much. She preferred to stay alone in her room, having for only company, her feline Rajah. The sultan was worried about her, so he made a decision. He had asked his daughter and his vizier to join him in the throne room. He saw his advisor join him.
"You wanted to see me my lord ?" Jafar asked, bowing, intrigued.
"Yes, but we're waiting for my daughter now, I'm talking to you both." replied the Sultan.
Jafar gave no answer and they waited for the arrival of the princess. After a few minutes, the two men saw Jasmine arrive and Jafar could not restrain a smile in front of her beauty.
"Here you are, Jasmine, we are waiting for you." began the sultan.
"Yes ... why did you call me ?"
"My darling, I noticed that at the moment you did not come out of your room, except to eat... It does not look like you, I worry about you."
"I just want to be alone ..." she lied.
"But Jasmine ! Anyway, I made a decision and I will not come back, you will not have a choice, Jasmine." The princess did not answer and waited for him to continue, wondering what he could do.
Jafar listened attentively but did not understand how the princess's activities were watching him.
"I decided that you would be trained to defend yourself... You will learn how to react well to situations and you will be able to regain the assurance that you have lost."
"What ?! But it's stupid ! I'm a princess, not a soldier, I do not want to waste my time on that kind of thing, I'm already able to defend myself alone !"
"That's not my opinion, anyway my decision is made Jasmine, you do not have a choice !"
"It's out of the question for me to support your stinking guard all day !" Hearing all this passion from the young woman, Jafar let out a small smile.
"It's not the guards who will take care of your training Jasmine, it will be Jafar..."
At these words, the concerned suddenly lost his smile and widened his eyes, astonished to have not even been warned, and especially to have been chosen for such a task.
"What ?! But... why him ?! I do not think Jafar has any fighting experience ..."
"Jafar will be up to it, I will not give you a choice."
"My lord, I'm not sure that giving me this assignment is a good idea A guard or a specialist teacher would probably be a better choice..." the counselor said.
"No, I trust you and your abilities. You will take care of it, take all the time you need. You are as free to use the methods you want my vizier."
"Um... as you wish Sultan."
The suzerain did not answer and left, leaving Jafar and his daughter alone.
"That's pretty unexpected." Jasmine said, watching her father leave the room.
"Indeed princess. I'm sorry to have to impose this on you but you have heard your father... I think we have no choice."
"Yes I understood that..." Jasmine assured.
"Perfect, so I suggest you join me in my private room tomorrow morning And please princess, come ..."
"Yes I'll be here ..." she promised.
Jafar did not answer and smiled again, thinking about tomorrow. He watched the princess walk away to the long corridor overlooking the bedrooms, and once out of sight, he too went to his apartments.
Jasmine was now in her room. She was going around in circles, unable to stop herself wondering what Jafar was going to do for her. She stopped torturing her mind and went to sit on her sofa, going to take care of her tiger as usual.
The next morning, the princess was up very early. She took a shower and wondered what clothes she could put on for the day ahead. She chooses quickly and put comfortable clothes to exercise any possible movement, black pants stopping just above the knees, and a red top with strap, revealing her belly. Jasmine left for lunch quickly and left to join Jafar to his private room.
Jafar had been waiting in his dark room for more than ten minutes. Suddenly, he saw the princess enter in his space. He smiled at the sight of the clothes the princess was wearing. Red and black suited her very well, he thought. He found her very attractive.
Jasmine walked up to him and noticed his little smile.
"Why such a smile when seeing me Jafar ?" she asked, intriguing.
"Oh for nothing princess excuse me."
"Good, if you say so... by what do we starting ?"
"Well, Princess, you seem to be in a hurry to start your lessons with me... I'm going to end up believing that you prefer to train with me rather than with the guards..." Jafar remarked, keeping his sarcastic look.
"Indeed you are right, I prefer you to the guards, I do not hide it." Jasmine said confidently.
"Oh, it's good to know princess." a smile on his face as he noticed a slight blush on the young woman's face. "Well, let's start in this case."
Jasmine did not answer and watched Jafar moved away to take some white wraps around the young woman's fists.
"Put that in your grip princess, I don't want you to hurt yourself."
Jasmine grabbed the strips and put them quickly.
"Now follow me princess." Jafar moved to the wall behind them, where was a sandbag.
"Well, do you see that bag of sand hanging on the wall ? I would ask you to strike some blows, Princess."
Jasmine smiles at the thought of doing this kind of exercise. She advanced to the bag against the wall without saying anything and began to strike with all her might. Jafar does not hold back a smile when he noticing that the sandbag was not moving an inch. No shock wave formed on the bag and concluded the strength of the princess. She stopped knocking and looked at Jafar.
"You were wrong Princess... you are not able to defend yourself alone. Your blows have no power and you do not move properly. You will have to practice seriously to achieve your goal. Do not worry, I'm here to help you, I'll make you a much stronger person." Jafar explained keeping his serious.
"I hope Jafar. I knew very well that I was far from what I had said to my father about my skills in combat but I did not want to practice with the guards. But since it's you... I don't see any objection to training... " Jasmine stated.
"You flatter me princess." the vizier said, smiling.
"...We continue ?" she asked.
"Of course princess. Keep hitting in this bag until you pierce it..."
"Okay, but you realize that I would never have the strength to reduce it to dust..." Jasmine said to the vizier as he started to leave.
"I never said that you have to pierce it today princess... We have all our time... Come find me here every day until you destroy this bag. After, we can move on to the next exercise. You'll get there princess I'm sure... Now that you know what to do, I'll leave you a few hours, I'm going to report to your father about Agrabah. See you later Princess Jasmine. " Jafar said before leaving.
"See you later, Jafar..." Jasmine replied simply, wondering how long she was going to drill this damn sandbag.
Several hours later, Jafar returned to his private room and found Jasmine hitting the bag with all his might. He could not resist smiling at his determination.
"Still there princess ?" Jafar mocked, he approached her.
"Of course, I'm determined Jafar."
"Yes, I do not doubt it. But I advise you to stop for today, you should go to rest princess."
"Yes, I think you're right. I'll come back tomorrow morning and I'll get there this time." Jasmine with confidence.
Jafar, still keeping her smile on his lips, looked at her from the bottom up.
"I'm sure Princess, so see you tomorrow."
Jasmine did not answer, removed the bandages from her handles and placed them on the cushions behind Jafar, and left quietly.
To be continued...
