"One week. One week and this will finally be over and done with." Nasim thought. Tonight she sits next to the king who is soon to be her 'husband.' His entire kingdom is immensely excited that their leader has finally found a queen to govern by his side, especially at his age. She wishes she couldn't entertain the thought.
Before she arrived in the kingdom, all she wanted to do is to say "No" to this whole plan. Nearly everything about the king put her off: The hair that started to lose its color with age, his sickening kind by nature attitude that makes her roll her eyes while back are turned, and most importantly, plans to start an alliance with Agrabah sometime after the wedding. That alone wouldn't bode well for her. She will just have to carry out her vile plan before any connection happens.
She's been here for half a year, and she has yet to express any form of happiness. She wishes she was somewhere else at the moment, but that's why she's here, anyway. Tonight is no exception as the dining hall fills with people. One of many social parties the king throws to keep up current events in other kingdoms. Luckily for her, the aggravating group from Agrabah didn't show up.
"Probably have their hands tied with a thug or two." A smirk creeps up on her face as she keeps thinking."Hopefully, the Al-muddy got them. What gruesome fate would that be?"
She would have let out a chuckle at the thought if a voice didn't disturb her. "My love, that's the first time I've seen you smile."
"Oh yeah, that." Nasim's smirk falters a bit as she turns her head to look at the king. She quickly thinks of an excuse to end the conversation. "Oh, I was just thinking about something wonderful." She looks at the food in front of her to avoid more discussion. "Please don't ask what! PLEASE, OH PLEASE DON'T ASK WHAT!"
Smiling gently, the king takes her hand. "Would you mind if I asked what you were thinking about?"
"SON OF A-" She thinks quickly. What can she say without giving away her psychotic fantasies of Aladdin's life finally ending? Her mind went blank for a second or two. "Well, I was thinking about, uh," She quickly scans through the room for an idea until it hits her. "The wedding, of course!"
The king's expression changed into a puzzling look. She keeps the lie going, coming up with a fib that fits the mentioned scenario. "I know I haven't been happy with the preparations so far, but what I think is missing is...Peach Blossoms!"
The mention of the flower furthers the kings astonished mind. "Peach Blossoms? It usually isn't a custom that we use that kind of flowers for ceremonies like weddings. Why do you want them, Nasim?"
She smiles and pats his hand. "Where I'm from, they are the symbol of good luck. Suppose to bless marriages, you know." In the back of her mind, she congratulates herself on the tale. "That was easy."
The king's smile returns to brighten up his face. "Well, if it will make you happy, we'll have peach blossoms at our wedding!"
"Thank you so much! You don't know how happy this makes me!" Despite the painful sensation in her cheeks, she smiles back at him. "I can't believe he fell for that!"
As the conversation ended, the king walks away to speak with his guest, leaving his bride alone for a while. Looking at the food in front of her, she grabs the item with the most flavor to make her forget the lie that poured out of her mouth. As she munched on the food, something or someone propped up against a pillar caught her eye before moving out of her sight.
Hours past and all the guest finally leave. The servants were left behind to clean up for the morning's breakfast. The king escorts the girl to her room, enjoying the quiet walk. She, on the other hand, didn't like what was going to happen next.
At her bedroom door, the king faces her. He smiles and takes both of her hands. "Sweet dreams, my princess."
The sappy feeling forced her to hold back the urge to vomit. She replies with an equal response. "Good night, my king." She takes a deep breath and braces herself. He slowly leans in and presses his lips to hers.
Fighting back the need to suddenly die, she reluctantly kisses him back. Thankfully, the kiss ended quickly as the king pulled away. He smiles at her before he leaves for his chambers.
She listens to his footsteps slowly fades away before she opens the door, looking both ways before entering her dark room. She shuts the door and lays her head on the solid wood. She then starts to bang her forehead on the door.
"That could have gone better."
She stops the self-inflicted assault to turn to her intruder, the dark, sadistic sorcerer himself. He sits at her vanity with a plate full of food in one hand, munching on the items on it. Sighing, she closes her dark brown eyes. "Easy for you to say, Mozenrath! You don't have to kiss him!"
He smirks at her, enjoying her torment. "You're right. I don't."
(F/N) rolls her eyes and walks over to him, taking a piece of meat off of the platter. "He tastes like a jackass who found a bottle of wine!" She puts the meat in her mouth and chews, enjoying the juicy bite. "Please tell me we end him on the wedding night."
Mozenrath swallows the food he had in his mouth and gives her sideways glances. "What do you think?" His usually sarcastic tone starts to set her on fire. That's one of the strange things he can do to her, emotionally.
She once again picks at the plate in his hand, this time picking off a piece of fruit. "I'm taking your vague answer as yes." She carefully pops the sweet food in her mouths. "Promise me it's going to be painful and gory."
The sorcerer smirks and puts the plate on her vanity when he had his fill. He stands up, dusts off his hands and places them on his hips, facing her. "You offend me, Nasim. You make it sound like gore and pain aren't a guarantee when it comes to me. You know I live for torture, murder, and abuse!" A wicked smile form on his face after the last word.
Nasim mimics his pose and smiles. "Oooh, my apologies, I forgot, Princess." She chuckles at her action as she walks over to her bed. "By the way, I have a surprise for you." She pulls out a scroll from underneath her pillow. Mozenrath eyes the scroll. Raises an eyebrow, he wonders what was special about it.
She unravels it and hands it to Mozenrath. He reads it as she continues. "It's the wedding invitation addressed to Agrabah. The king already sent the rest out, so I swiped this one to see if you want to plan something for the street rat and his pathetic friends. If they come here, they'll ruin everything. So, let's keep them busy with a trap."
Mozenrath smiles, feeling proud of her. "That's a good point. I'll think of with something to keep Aladdin out of our way." He hands her the scroll and walks back to the vanity, grabbing a bottle of wine he had sitting for a while. He opens it up and takes a swig.
She hides the scrolls away before turning back to the man who won her affections long ago. She smiles at the sight of him. "Now that's a jackass who found a bottle of wine I don't mind." Walking up to him and takes the bottle. Taking a swig herself, she can't stop staring at him.
They both smile at each other, knowing whats going to happen next. Putting down the bottle, they melted into a passionate kiss. Their arms snaked around each other, not letting go.
She slides her hands up to his shoulders to ensure the moment last. She quickly removes his turban and tangles her fingers through his hair. Neither person received sleep that night. He made her forget her troubles with the king and she is going to love him forever for it.
"I don't say no to this."
A/N: This is a Fanfic. net friendly version of a reader insert I wrote for Deviant art. Fanfic. net doesn't exactly like RIs. Also, when I wrote this I was inspired by the song Say No to This from Hamilton. Yeah, I'm Hamilton Trash.