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The sultan walked through the dark palace. He was having trouble sleeping and needed a snack. The chefs have long since fallen asleep and the kitchen was deserted. He lit a candle and carried it towards the pantry. He opened the door and saw a teenage Jasmine passionately kissing a servant. Her shirt straps were half way down her arms and the boy's shirt lay on the ground.
They pulled apart, "Father! It's not what it looks like!"
And it wasn't at all what it looked, for the shock of seeing his little girl like this in the arms of some… commoner made the poor man's heart stop. The boy hastily left as Jasmine went to her father's aid.