Thank you for giving this a chance! This is a made up kingdom and they are both royalty and shenanigans ensue. It'll be a series of oneshots progressing through their relationships. Enjoy!


I felt her judging glare on me which only proved to infuriate me more. But, to appease my mother, I sat up straight from my much preferred position of resting my head on my hand while rolling my eyes at the peasants that walk in. Two hours had already passed and we weren't even through half of the offerings by the peasants of our dull little kingdom.

I tried to listen to the topic at hand but it was the most boring subject, crop yield. My mother, stately as always, thanked whoever it was and bid them away.

"Really, Anastasia, these people will be yours when you take the throne and I do not want my legacy to be tarnished by your indifference." She scolded as the doors to the courtroom closed.

"Perhaps I would find it more interesting if the business was not so dull," I replied with defiance. "I'd much rather plan how I am to rule and expand than deal with the dull peasants with their dull business in this dull kingdom."

"Surely you have more words in your vocabulary than 'dull', darling. I recommend you use it if you have any hope of doing as you say. Plus," she added, "you can use it at your upcoming ball. Many men, powerful men, will be in attendance."

"Is that all you think I'm after is a powerful man to rule for me? I'd rather have 1000 warriors from Dronis charging me with the intent to kill than have a man rule for me." I reply, hoping to escape this topic but my mother refuses to let it go.

"It's possible that you will change your mind when you start to talk to them." And that was all as the next subject walked in. This wasn't any of our usual peasants that crawl in begging for something that they would never receive from us , this one was different, wealthier perhaps. He seemed foreign, exotic almost with the shade of his skin, much darker than that of anyone in our kingdom. The people that I know are pale, almost translucent it would seem and none of the men that my mother shoved towards me have quite the air of mystery as the man currently approaching. His hair was the most distracting of his features. It was long and dark, much unlike the light and tidy hair of the people that I know.

"Welcome to our humble kingdom,"My mother greeted him, emphasizing the 'humble' knowing it would annoy me to no end. "Prince Jafar." If I had been drinking my wine I would've spit it out. Surely this was no Prince; where were his handlers, his guards, his wife? My mother, as if she could read my thoughts, says, "Prince Jafar, this is Anastasia, my daughter and the princess of Ardelle. Anastasia, the prince is to attend your ball tomorrow night." The hinting tone in her voice was apparently heard by all in the room as Jafar and I gave each other a similarly uncomfortable glance towards the other.

"I await tomorrow night with impatience." I replied with a small smile that had more emotion behind it than I had intended. "Might I inquire to you dealings in our lovely kingdom?" I looked sideways at my mother knowing I had won our little game.

"Yes of course. My niece is to be married on Sunday and it is to one of your most loyal guards. I request the attendance of the royal family. I understand your family was very close with Sir Reaf."

"I'm afraid the King and I are unable to attend but I'm sure my daughter would love to. Sir Reaf was her guard for many years." She replied before I could even comprehend an answer. They both turned to me expecting a response.

I replied quickly, "I would be delighted to attend your highness." He bowed one last time before leaving. We watched as he bowed and left the room, I could barely hear the soft sound of his shoes and the swishing of his cloaks on the white marble floor over the pounding in my ears. My mother turned to me once again after with a smirk on her face.

"Darling, next time be sure to wipe the saliva from your chin before you answer visiting royalty." I wiped my chin with the back of my gloved hand than sure enough there it was. I glared at her before we both stood and exited the throne room and went our separate ways. I couldn't think straight for the entirety of the next 24 hours. I paced my room so many times I had memorized the floor pattern down to the small imperfections. I needed fresh air so I flung the doors of the balcony open and leaned on the railing, hoping to clear my thoughts.

"I guess I'm not being creative in my ways of clearing my head." A voice near me whispered as if to try and preserve the silence. I screamed and jumped turning to the source with rage. It upset me knowing that he had been able to startle me and break through my stoic façade. I slowly turned myself to see the Prince but something was amiss.

"I would love to hear all about the reason as to why you're up here," I started slowly, "but first, I'd love to know how," the shock very clearly written on my face. I knew there wasn't any kind of pillar or anything that he could stand on but just for that moment I could've believed that one was built this afternoon. What else could explain how he was standing about 3 feet out from my balcony which was on the top level of the castle. He smiled like he knew the question was coming.

"Do you trust me?" He asked innocently enough but it was the mischievous look on his face that made me want to say no. I did fancy him slightly though so I decided to go with a safe answer.

"I hardly know you." Before I could begin to even realize how cliché that sounded, he had taken my hand and pulled me closer to the railing.

"Then tonight is a great place to establish it." He murmured before lifting me over the railing and onto something solid. I would've shrieked if I could've made a noise. I feared to look down as I knew we were exactly 54.7 feet above the ground. I remember my father telling me this as we watched the building of our castle from a distance. My mother and I had just arrived in a carriage and he had told me that my room would be right in front of the castle overlooking the city. I was snapped out of my memory by a cold breeze going by.

"How- " I started but stopped when he pointed down and I realized we were on a carpet. And it was floating. What else could happen today?

"I'd like to show you something," he said, almost a whisper. I nodded, unable to put together a coherent statement. He sat down and I followed suit. What else was I to do? Say no thanks and hop back onto my balcony? No, I needed to see where this was going. Suddenly we were flying but all I could think of was why he was near my balcony in the first place. So I asked, hoping he wouldn't hear me over the wind. But to my dismay, he did.

"I needed fresh air." He responded sharply as if he were hiding something but I dared not push any further. I would rather just enjoy the view of my kingdom, well, almost my kingdom, from the view of a bird.

"Where are we going?" I inquired after a few more minutes of silence.

"My favorite place I've seen since I've arrived in your kingdom." It was only a minute until I felt the carpet start to descend. As we neared the ground I started to hear waves crash and a gentle wind blowing through. The smell of the sea assaulted me as we stepped off the carpet. I soon realized how useless my heels had become as I kept sinking into the ground. I quickly flung them off my feet and hiked up my skirt in order to catch up to Jafar as he had already started walking away from me. We walked along in the sand for a while, bathed in the moonlight. I started to recognize some rock formation and parts of the beach. I raised up my skirts again and ran forward finally realizing where we were.

"I haven't been here in so long! I remember playing on those rocks over there! And drawing pictures in this sand." I exclaimed sinking down to draw small designs in the sand once more. I could feel his eyes on me as I reminisced. Finally, I got up and went over to him with an outstretched hand. He grabbed it after a second and then followed me towards the water. I waded into the water with him and when he wasn't expecting it, I reached down and splashed him with water.

"What? Has the great Prince Jafar never had a water fight with anyone?" I asked.

"I haven't since I was six years of age." He spat back.

"Oh and how long ago was that?" I drew closer to him, our bodies in such close proximity to each other that I swear I could almost feel his heartbeat. Or maybe that was my own. Before anything could happen, a large amount of water was poured over my head. I look up towards him but he didn't have anything to gather that much water. I turn around to see the carpet; and it looked bashful. Now I had actually seen it all. I tried pushing him but he didn't budge so I used my shoulder and soon I was using my whole body weight trying to push a prince into the water. I looked back at the carpet that was now laying in the beach sand and as if it read my mind, it flew out of nowhere and rammed him in his chest effectively knocking him over into the water. I started laughing so hard that I too fell back into the water. I don't remember much else except getting back onto the carpet and heading back to the castle.

We landed on my balcony. I got up to leave and he grabbed my hand.

"24 years." He confessed and he didn't need to say anymore.

"16 years" I responded back, " Thank you." He let go of my hand and I walked into my room without a glance back and closed the doors to the balcony. I decided to look back and he was gone. I somewhat wish he had stayed. He wasn't much of a talker but he didn't need to be. I needed to get sleep if I was to be ready for the ball tomorrow. Suddenly, my hand maids walked into my room and stood with their mouths agape at my dripping dress and hair.

"Say a word to my mother and I will make sure that you will never speak again, am I clear?"


AN: Please RR!