Here is the continuation ! I hope it's understandable. Leave comments and tell me what you think! If you leave me enough comments, I'm writing the next chapter !
The next day, Jasmine had got up very early to resume training. She ate lunch quickly and put on the clothes she had worn the night before. She hurried to Jafar's room, and found him sitting quietly on his imposing cushion.
"You are a morning princess. Would you be in a hurry to finish ?" he laughed, getting up.
"Of course, I only have a hurry, reduce this bag to dust to move on." she answered confidently.
Jafar kept his smile and handed her the white bandages. "You'll get there princess."
Jasmine did not answer and just put the bandages on her handles. She began to hit the bag harshly under Jafar's gaze.
Three days had passed since Jasmine had begun to let off steam on the sandbag. On the fourth day, she arrived early, as usual. She took the bandages from Jafar's hands and started at the meters. But one of the strips fell and Jafar noticed that Jasmine's hands kept shaking. Jasmine picked up the white stripe and tried to put it on again. She fell again. This time it was Jafar who picked it up.
"What's going on princess ? You would hurt your hands ?" he asked, worried.
"I hit the damn bag so hard that I can not feel my hands anymore, they make me feel bad ... I'm starting to believe that I'll never get there ..." she answered, tears in her eyes as she felt pain on his handles.
"Do not say that princess you are almost there, if you do not feel able to continue today, go relax in your rooms." Jafar offered.
"No, I do not have to give up. I'll continue without stopping until I get there." she said determined.
Jafar smiles at his stubbornness: "All right, so let me help you a little ..."
The vizier grabbed Jasmine's hand gently and began to wrap the first strips around her grip. He took the other strip and wrapped it in the same way around Jasmine's handle. The princess shuddered at his touch, he was so sweet. She felt like all the pain was gone. Jafar release his hand gently, which seemed to be like a caress.
"Thanks Jafar ..." she said calmly.
"Take your time you are not in a hurry, do not hurt yourself any more ..." Jafar replied as if he seemed to care about her.
"I'll try ..." Jasmine did not wait for an answer and headed for the bag of sand still hanging on the wall behind them.
She began to hit with all her strength once more and the pain resurfaced. The day was almost over and Jasmine was not stopping to hit. The Vizier meanwhile did not take his eyes off her.
"Princess, you should consider stopping for today ..." he proposed.
The princess did not answer, focused on what she was doing. Suddenly, a wave of fury seized her when she thought of her own weakness, the fact that she could not annihilate a poor sack of sand. She imagined herself unable to defend herself once more. She wanted so much to prove to her father and to all the others that she was ... strong. Then in anger, she gathered her last strength and hit the bag with a shout of annoyance. To her surprise, the bag was pierced and all the sand inside fell to her feet. Jasmine felt her tears running and dropped to her knees on the floor. Jafar, who had not lost his eyes, approached her slowly.
"Princess ... how are you ?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Now yes, I'm fine..." she replied, drying her tears.
Jafar bent down and grabbed the princess's shoulders to help her to get up. "I congratulate you princess, you have finally got rid of this ordeal. You have hardened yourself now ..."
Once standing, Jafar came to stand in front of the young woman. "Princess, give me your hands..."
Jasmine, too weak to fend for herself, obeyed and extended her arms forward. The vizier removed the tape from her left hand and noticed bruises on he skin. There he laced delicately and took the second to remove the strip in the same way. This time though, he noticed spikes of blood forming at the end of her hands, also accompanying hematomas. He release her hand carefully and pulled back slightly, staring at her.
"Princess ... I'm convinced that, now you can not use your hands anymore ... is not it ?"
At his remark, Jasmine raised her arms and tried to move her fingers. But to her surprise, she had a hard time making any move.
"I suspected it... Princess, tomorrow you will not come to training. You will take time to rest and get back on your feet. And it is not a request or a counsel, it is a order princess... "ordered the vizier with assurance.
"Jafar, it's not up to you to give the orders ... I'm tired of being considered weak ... I want to come and continue my training ..."
"I do not consider you a weak princess, far from it. But you seem to forget that your father gives me full powers over your training, so I'm going to give the orders for the moment."
"But why do not you let me come tomorrow ? I'm able to continue !" the princess insisted.
"Do you speak seriously princess ? Have you seen the state of your hands ? I do not want you to continue to hurt yourself in this way. Rest I order you princess..." Jafar said. fixing.
"... I think I have not a choice ..."
"No indeed princess."
Jasmine did not answer and went to his room, thoughtful. She arrived quickly in her room and went to change to be ready to sleep. . She settled down in her bed and thought of Jafar's decision. She did not understand why he had forbidden her to come the next day. But suddenly she felt horrible pain at the end of her fists. She pulled her hands out of the thick duvets and noticed her hands covered with hematomas. Despite the pain, she smiling, realizing that Jafar was right ... she was not able to continue for the moment. Then, she thought of how the vizier wanted to prevent the princess from continuing. She reminded herself of the way Jafar had removed her bandages and smiled again. However, she was intrigued by his attitude, he seemed to affect by her condition, as if he wanted to protect her or take care of her, Jasmine thought. The princess stopped thinking about all this and lay down under the duvets, ready to fall asleep.
Two days after being banned by Jafar, the princess came back to him again but she had been fired again. The vizier had noticed that Jasmine's handles were still untreated. So Jasmine waited and came back after five days.
"Princess, show me your hands..." Jafar grabbed Jasmine's grips and gently pressed down on some areas of her hands and noticed no pain in Jasmine's face. He also noticed that the hematomas had completely disappeared.
"Very good princess... I admire your determination." he said smiling.
"What is the next test ?" Jasmine asked, eager to know what happened next.
"Well... this test will be the last one, but it will be very long and very difficult for you princess."
"Go ahead tell me I'm curious ..." Jasmine answered with a smile.
"You're going to have to fight me princess..." confessed the vizier.
"What ?! I'm going to have to fight you ?! But is not there a risk that we're getting into trouble, and I'm not sure this test is appropriate for you..."
"Oh, do not think princess... Do not worry, I will not make the blows." there reassured Jafar.
"Hummm I do not have a choice again. When do we start?"
"Now princess." decided the vizier. "Of course I'm not going to ask you to fight me now. I'll first teach you to fight a person, and believe me it has nothing to do with a sandbag." Jafar laughed.
"I doubt it..." she answered simply.
"Well, let's start with the dodges... go ahead princess, hit me..." Jafar said seriously.
"Er... are you sure?"
"Absolutely princess, go for it ..."
Jasmine put herself in a fighting position. She noticed the small smile on the corner of Jafar's lips and punching forward. To her surprise, she knocked in the air and found herself propelling forward in her tracks. She turned around with astonishment to face Jafar and stood up. She began to chase a few strokes and the vizier dodged them in the same way. After a few minutes she stopped and resumed her exhausting breath.
"You see princess, you have not even touch me, and besides you are exhausted while I could go on all day."
"But how... how did you...?" she asked, blowing.
"I'm going to teach you princess. All I do is avoid your blows and let you get tired."
"Teach me Jafar..." Jasmine repeated.
"Of course, so I'll show you how to predict the actions of your opponent, but also the good postures to take to be able to dodge easily."
To be continued...
