"Eric, you are prince. You needn't spend time out with the common people." Gimsby and the Sultan sat in the grand hall with the sun high above them and the prince's blue eyes scanned the crowded dirt streets below. He was too far to see anything that would lead him to the singer but that didn't matter.

"Please, sire. Let me spend some time in the city. I would like a chance to meet the si- sellers you have in your fair city." He had to see people. What are you going to do? Go up to every person down there and ask them to sing for you. He dismissed his thoughts as the Sultan gave him a fond smile.

"My boy, you may. I fear my daughter is being a little stubborn at the moment."

Gimsby let out a scoff.

"You should see him in the mornings."

Prince Eric took the yes and ran with it before he was assigned a babysitter or something. He was at the palace gates when the Sultan called for him to at least cover up his relatively pale skin. He was given an old cloak, which he pulled over his head and left the beautiful palace.

"Finally," He breathed out but it was covered by the sounds of debating over prices and the sounds of people living out their lives. It was thrilling.

Aladdin felt to taste of melon flow over his burning stomach. After a few moments, he saw his hood fall back. His hair was black and eyes blue.

"Wooooow" It was the only thing he could come to say.

He quickly apologized to fire breather and tugged the hood back up. The eyes shown with such awe and wonder, the streetrat didn't notice the paw waving in front of his face. The man was beautiful. Aladdin had come to terms with his sexuality a while back. It didn't change much. It wasn't as if a lot women wanted to be with a streetrat anyway. The man came up to one of the poorer children and asked he was hungry, which he most likely was. He handed the boy an apple from the stand above only to have his wrist grabbed by the owner.

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"You better be able to pay for that?" He snarls in Eric's face.

"Pay?" The cart owner was too close for comfort.

"No one steals from my cart."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I don't have any money."

"THIEF," He pulled Eric over to the other side of the cart.

"No, please, just let me go to the palace, I can get some from the Sultan," Eric felt his nerves being grated against.

"Do you know what the penalty for stealing is?" Eric tries to pull away but the years at sea had not prepared him for this.

"No, no please."

" Oh thank you kind, sir. I'm so glad you found him. I've been looking all over for you." A man stands in between Eric and the seller. He has shinning black hair and warm chocolate eyes. He doesn't know what to say as the sword is handed to him.

"What are you doing?" The confused whispered and the man gently puts his hands on the prince's arm.

"Just play along," The man winked at him and Eric felt a slight flush creep up his neck.

"You know this man?" The seller seemed just a confused by the situation as Eric.

"Sadly, yes. He is my... master. He's a little crazy." Eric was slightly offended but the seller swung the man around. He seemed, well, unfazed by being roughly handled.

"He said he knew the Sultan," The seller was anger now than he had been with the pale thief.

"He thinks the monkey is the Sultan."

Eric saw his cue to play along.

"Oh wise Sultan. How may I serve you?" He bowed to the monkey with a smile.

"Tragic, isn't it?" Eric watched as he swiped another apple from the cart and handed to the seller with no trouble. "But no harm, done."

"Now come along master. Time to see the doctor." The man helped Eric to his feet and led him away.

"Oh, hello doctor. How are you?" Eric cocked his head to the horse. He tried not the blush at the stranger's closeness.

"No, no, no, not that doctor. Come on, Sultan." The man and Eric were almost clear when Abu's stolen treasures slip out.

"Huh? What is it? Come back here, you little thieves!" The seller screamed but the three are gone.

Well, he's not the singer. But he is cute. Eric smiled and ran along side the stranger who had saved him.