To be supreme in power was paramount. Unbeknowst to me, I'd slipped right into Aladdin's puppet strings. Street-urchin-diamond-boy bested me?! My pride wounded! My vainglory exploited... how I wish I'd seen through the manipulation. I wish to finally kill Aladdin. I wish my newly decided fate wasn't granting wishes...
Most of all, I wish I hadn't attempted to waste my third, most priceless wish on a woman so worthless.
"I wish for Princess Jasmine to fall desperately in love with me."
She'd accomplished fooling me with a kiss, that in retrospect was quite smug. It is absolutely offensive that she believed she could have had a hold on me. I'd known Jasmine since she was a pig-tailed, snot-nosed little brat. She should have known I'm unable to love. In fact... my heartlessness is what sets me apart from the aforementioned opponent. I'll admit, he had some savvy sleight of hand tricks. With proper honing, his hocus-pocus could potentially develop into something to rival mine. The pursuit of love would always make Aladdin a vulnerable slave to those passions. Hell, our paths only ever crossed because he sought the riches to impress said Princess.
The Princess. Her street rat fiance.
Her susceptible father; joke of a ruler
Oh, what an enchanting fairytale!
It seems my place in her life was always to dual with her men. I became second to her father's throne... and resented every second of number two. I'd spent years living under his palace roof. If he weren't such a weak-willed royal, I'd never been able to over-power him easily with elementary sorcery. I'd bide my time until I was able to usurp his greatly desired title.
Jasmine was his obnoxious distraction. Even as a child, she was a defiant Princess. I pondered about sending her off to boarding school once I took Monarch. She became much more interesting to me as she went through the physical transformation of puberty.
The gist of arranged marriage was explained to Jasmine on her 13th birthday. The Sultan gently suggested following the abstinence traditions of their faith. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when the gullible Sultan took Jasmine's agreement at face value.
I'd tried unsuccessfully to drum up fear surrounding Jasmine's chasteness. I'd made quite the compelling case for slapping a chastity belt onto Jasmine, and entrusting me with the key. This very topic made The Sultan uncomfortable to consider. Even more so reluctant to discuss this with me. . .when he shouldn't have been. I'd been planning to break the family dynasty of Agrabah and emerge as it's newest leader. After years of torture I'd endured under this buffoons authority, I was more than entitled to his virgin daughter!
There was a burning, vindictive part of me that wanted Jasmine as my bride to spite the Sultan. There was another part of me, that too, was burning.
As she matured into a young woman, I couldn't help but take notice of Jasmine's exotic eyes. Her warm golden tan, the color of cinnamon. Her hair smelled of spiced amber. She was blessed with an ample bosom, child-bearing hips, and a slim hourglass waist. Her beguiling figure made me desperate at times. You would think that all beautiful women found a man of my power irresistible. I was self-aware to notice the unfortunate and poor effect I've had on women. They often were creeped out by my intensity.
An old Arabic proverb says 'one who cooks poison, tastes it.' I felt it related to my relationship with The Princess. Sultan saw his daughter as a sinless angel. Unaware of how she gloated in having him wrapped around her finger. Many of our tension surrounded which one of us truly had the Sultan in our back pocket. It could get competitive. The spell she had over dear dad almost rivaled my hypnotic Staff.
I didn't see the halo and wings. Instead I saw a manipulative side to Jasmine. I saw the way she treated her adoring Suitors like dirt. Siccing her pet Tiger onto the men whose only desire was her hand. She could be quite the cruel little vixen. Maybe I saw some of myself in the cruel, vindictive aspects of her personality. With Aladdin she'd have to live the straight and narrow path. A righteous life. It was pointless to think about what could have been between Jasmine and myself, had we been left to develop organically. Express the darkest aspects of our personality together. Though now it would seem all I am left to is my musings.