Don't ask me how I got the idea to write this, I have no clue but I do like it. No beta so any mistakes are mine alone.
This one is dedicated to my dear friend Wendy, who herself is Princess in her own right. XD
It wasn't easy being a Princess.
There was always one dignitary or another that Father wanted her to meet, which of course meant putting on her "good" clothing and smiling. She hated smiling for the simpering princes and their condescending father's; they were terribly unoriginal and condescending with their compliments too;
"You hair is as luminous as the night sky."
"Those jewels really bring out your eyes."
Your hips are well rounded; you shall produce many find grandsons for me."
"Why Jasmin, you do your father a great service with your grace and poise."
Never did they compliment her on her mind, her ideas for the kingdom or her wit; that was of course because they never bothered to look that deep. She was a Princess, a prize to be won and paraded about in public.
Father knew her and loved her for everything that their society said she shouldn't be, but he was getting older and every day it seemed that Jafar made more and more of the decisions.
She knew that if she wasn't married by the time Father passed, pray be it many long years before that happened, Jafar would rule in his stead until she was married and that was unacceptable. It was also unacceptable to her that she marry for politics, she wanted a man who was her equal, who loved her for her mind as well as her body; sadly that prospect was growing slimmer with every sunrise over the endless sands.
Her only solace was Rajah, the great beast who had been with her as long as she could remember. He was a gentle as he was fierce when need be and would do whatever she asked, though there were times he had held her back when she hadn't know better and saved her a broken bone or two.
She sighed to herself as she strolled onto the terrace overlooking the city, if only Rajah was a man – or more accurately a man was like Rajah.
The only people she ever met where the ones that she was allowed to meet, filtered through first her Father then Jafar. She was tired of it, she wanted to make her own choices and live her own life; the city far below bustled with lively chaos, sounds and faint smells filtered up to her, teasing her with adventure and freedom.
Not today, but soon she decided. She would sneak out and see the city her Father ruled, the one she wanted to rule; but how could she rule them well if she didn't know her own people?
It wasn't easy being a Princess, but sometimes it did give one a opportunity to find excitement if you were willing to take the chance.