"I don't think it's common for a sultana to be served by commoners, is it?" asked one of Jasmine's handmaidens.
"I don't really want more snobbish and stuck up people." she sighed.
"But won't the sultan want you to be served by people of your own status?"
Jasmine shook her head.
"No. Aladdin said it was all right. I just can't believe Father is gone!"she suddenly cried.
"I am sure the new sultan will rule well."
Jasmine turned away.
"I know Aladdin never wanted to be sultan." she said.
The other suitors she had had, she knew, wanted just that. As the only daughter of the Sultan of Agrabah, she was considered the most the most eligible woman in all the seven deserts. After all, her dowry was all of Agrabah itself.
"You're going to be served by commoners because the sultan is a commoner as well?"
Most of the others did not like their sultana's idea.
"No. I just don't want any more of those frivolous and stuck up snobs!" she said. "Besides, the sultan gave his approval."
No one else in the harem seemed too happy.
Upon being chosen, the girls couldn't believe their luck. They had all seen the palace from outside, as it was a scene that dominated the entire city. However, to be inside the palace itself!
It was probably quite well that she hadn't married her secret agent, one thought.
This is all like a dream, thought another.
Genie and Carpet were playing a game of cards when Aladdin walked in. Genie was determined to beat Carpet on this one.
Aladdin did look exhausted.
"It's been such a long day!" he exclaimed. "I never thought just how time consuming and exhausting talking to the ministers and viziers could be!"
He had never attended any of the sultan's audiences while he was engaged, or even after his marriage to Jasmine. It seemed to him that everyone was telling him to do something different. One would say something and argue in its favor, why it was a good idea, that convinced him, however the next one would argue in favor something else, and be so convincing that he didn't know who was right.
Jasmine had only a vague idea, however, she and Aladdin had decided that they would rule together. Something else that was different from the reigns of previous sultans. The sultana belonged in the harem, seldom to be seen. Jasmine had never liked this, as it made her feel like she were trapped. Ever since having been allowed to leave the palace itself, she had no desire to go back and remain in the haremlik.
"Aladdin," she said. "I think that is why you must choose a Royal Vizier."
"A Royal Vizier?" asked Aladdin.
Genie, Carpet and Abu looked up. That always had a negative idea to it, as everyone associated it to Jafar.
"I…" Aladdin began.
"I know when my father ruled, he didn't exactly have the best vizier. However, we could certainly find someone to advise you."
Jasmine herself had always hated Jafar.
"I don't really know."
It did sound like a good idea, of course. Someone to advise him. Yet…
"I think I'd much rather do this myself." said Aladdin, although he wasn't sure.
He didn't really think he could deal with all this business every day.