This is femslash between the princess from Aladdin and one of her unknown female attendants.

I'm not working from the Disney version.

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She had spoken with her father already today, an act which infuriated her greatly as he talked of nothing but marriage and betterment of the kingdom. Amira was sure the kingdom would be bettered with more pointless wars caused by men's pride. Her own brother had died fighting a battle of honour at the head of her fathers army and now it was suggested she marry one of the men who'd cut him down.
It was insufferable what could be forgotten when the promise of gold and land was on the bargaining table.

Amira shook her head; she did not want to dwell upon her father's stupidity or the brother she had lost because of it. She clapped her hands and moments later a young woman appeared at her bedside, head bowed in a universal sign of submission, eyes averted and hands clasped in front of her as if she did not know why she had been summoned and was an innocent in the matters.
Amira might have laughed to think of that but she was still to weary, to angry to laugh for all she wanted was a moment without the pressure and the fear the attacked her daily and her serving girl was playing coy with her.
Amira sat up and gently touched her face, lifting it up until they're where eye to eye and then she sighed, sadly and resolutely, before pressing her lips to the serving girls.

There was no hesitation from the girl, Behira, and she only broke her clasped hands to touch and undress the princess, shedding the fine silks as if they were dirty rags unfit to touch royal skin and then bathed the places where they had pressed with her kisses and her tongue.
Amira lay back upon her bed and welcomed the sweet servitude touch that made her heart flutter and her mind empty of its suspicions, left in a pleasure that was all encompassing and made her ache in a terrible, satisfying way.

And when Behira's fingers and mouth claimed her, calming the aching in the core of her Amira promised herself she would never, as her fingers tangled in Behira's black hair, and she arched into the tongue that worshiped her trying in desperation to drawn herself nearer to the inevitable, blissful climax, she would never let herself fall obedient to a man.

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Years later, with the genies enchainment clouding her mind and her heart, making her a docile, dutiful wife to a poor man with magic at his fingers, Amira still felt her eyes linger for a moment too long upon her handmaid's pretty face.
She caught the girls hand in the hallway, pulled her close and wondered why when she did so adore her husband that her lips found themselves an easy home upon the serving girl's mouth and why it reassured her so that they did.
Behira broke the kiss, her smile an apology and removed herself from her mistress's arms.
"Someone might see us." She said with regret and went upon her way, for she knew even if the now queen did not that the new sultan had eyes in every corner and ears in all the walls.