Chapter 2: Royal Fail
Aladdin was woken up the next morning to a loud knock on his bedroom door. He sat up confused and disorientated. The street boy was trying to remember where he was. He was not in his roof top room back in Agrabah. Another knock on the door reminded he was in the sultan's palace.
"Your highness, I've come to deliver your breakfast, are you presentable?"
Aladdin recognized the voice as the man servant from the previous night.
"Um, just give me a minute. I, um, have to use the toilet and put my clothes on first," the "fake prince" told the servant.
"Alright sir, I'll come back in a little bit," the servant answered.
Why did I say that? Aladdin thought to himself, of all the things I could have said that was just stupid. Now he's going to think I'm a major weirdo now.
He pulled himself out of the bed, back in Agrabah he never had a reason to wake up early unless he was on the run from the guards. Grabbing his clothes, he grabbed his clothes and walked into the washroom. The street boy was still not over the fact that he had access to his own private washroom and did not have to make multiple trips throughout the day to public privy and the local well. After brushing his teethe and fixing his hair, he pulled on his "Prince Ali" clothes, a pair of white silk trousers, a white Egyptian cotton tunic, and a white silk jacket with golden embroidery. As he was pulling on his pants, he noticed something, I'm sure I spilled curry on this spot right here during dinner. Someone must have washed these last night. The idea that his clothes were washed during the night both fascinated and terrified him, what if he hadn't had removed the lamp from his pocket and someone could have found it.
Aladdin opened the door for the servant.
"I'm impressed that you are moving so early this morning, the princess and her father always eat breakfast in bed. The fact that you have the self-control to get your self up and together in the morning is a sign of a good ruler, I've heard about this young Chinese emperor who awoke every morning at five…"
Aladdin wasn't sure to how to react to the servant rambling off, would a prince patiently listen, or get him to switch back to the topic of breakfast.
"That is all, um, very interesting," Aladdin started, he was starting to realize that he used "um" a lot when trying to sound like a prince, "but may I please see what my breakfast for today is."
"Oh, but of course, I'm sorry about my monologue. But after working in the palace for almost thirty years you learn a lot of interesting things." The servant apologized.
"You have no need to apologize," Aladdin answered.
A puzzled look came upon the servant's face. Aladdin realized that he probably not used to having visiting princes talking to him in that way. The servant pulled a tray from a cart in the hallway. "Your highness, your breakfast today consists of a cup of coffee, a glass of grape juice, a bowl of fresh fruit, and two sweet rice cakes." He explained.
"Thank you," Aladdin said as he took the tray, "I feel bad only knowing you as my servant. What would you like to be called?"
The servant looked shocked "I go by Omar your highness," he answered.
"Nice to meet m you Omar, please just call me Ali," Aladdin reached out to shake his hand. Omar looked very uncomfortable with how causal the fake prince was.
After his breakfast Aladdin decided to visit Jasmine, but he felt confused there must be rules about princes calling on the princess. He didn't want to do anything that could be taken the wrong way and possibly get him thrown in the dungeon for violating the codes of honor and purity princes had to follow when visiting royal women. Going back to the dungeon was very low on Aladdin's bucket list. The fake prince was starting to wish he could talk to the Genie, but the big blue cosmic entity had already left for the morning. He probably had to play kissy face with Dalia, Aladdin grumbled to himself.
He marched down the hall muttering and cursing to himself, how could he go see Jasmine and not be considered some royal pervert, he couldn't just walk to her rooms that would probably be a huge violation of trust, but he couldn't just wait for the princess to come to him, that probably would never happen. But as the fake prince ambled down the hall, the solution to his problem presented itself.
"Father must Jafar come to the meeting with the citzen's of Agrabah. He is going to make them uncomfortable." Aladdin heard Jasmine tell her father.
"I know my dear, but we need to someone else to observer our interactions with the public. Oh, I know, why don't you ask Prince Ali to also join the committee, my dear. We could use some fresh blood, and look there he is how convenient," The Sultan suggested to his daughter.
"Ali!" Jasmine yelled, causing Aladdin to stop abruptly in his path, "would you mind joining us for a public meeting with the citizens of Agrabah?"
"Of course, not my fair princess," Aladdin said doing a small goofy bow, Genie might have found that to be a little overkill especially since the back flip didn't go over well. When will I stop embarrassing myself?