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Jessica entered inside the bookstore with Pinocchio by her side. Pinocchio smiled widely when he noticed the row of books that were resting on the shelves. "Hello young man," an old man with white hair and glasses smiled at Pinocchio, "what may I help you with?"

Jessica turned her head to the owner of the store and walked over to him. "We are trying to find some of these books on this list," she said as she pointed to the list.

The old librarian took the list in his hands and fixed his glasses to get a better look at the handwriting. He looked up at them and smiled, "are you by any chance staying with Belle?" he asked them.

"How did you know?" Jessica asked.

"Oh that girl is such a joy when she comes to my store," he said, "she has picked out every single book from this store and she would borrow the same one over and over again."

Jessica had no idea how to respond to his comment. She had spent half of her time making herself beautiful and working at the Lobster Inn. She didn't have much time to sit down and read like Belle did. "That's...great," she reluctantly answered.

"The school books and other materials are right over there," the librarian said as he pointed to the right where a stack of books and school materials rested, "get as many materials as you need and I'll pay for them myself."

"Oh no you don't have to," Jessica shook her head, "I have money to pay for the items."

"Bah," the librarian said as he shook his hands in the air, "a friend of Belle's is a friend of mine."

Once he walked away, Jessica and Pinocchio walked over to the right section of the library and began to pick out the books that were needed for school.

In the outskirts of town, a large palace shadowed over the homes. Inside the palace, a chubby sultan sat down at the dinner table. The servants had made him a banquet to enjoy but the man was not hungry, for his daughter was not there to eat it with him. His daughter's pet tiger stalked over to the sultan and let out a soft purr as the sultan stroked his head with his hand. "Where could she be Rajah?" the sultan said to the tiger. "How can I just sit here and eat when she could be gone?" Ever since his wife had died, his daughter had always been close to his heart, irregardless that she was a rebel.

Rajah pulled his head away from the Sultan's hand and let out a small whine. He missed his friend just as much as the sultan did. The tiger suddenly turned his head when he heard the door of the dining room opening. Rajah stood up on his paws and let out a tiny growl when he saw the sultan's vizier.

"Now, now Rajah," the sultan said, "be nice. Jafar! How good to see you."

"The feeling is mutual," the vizier, Jafar, answered as he floated over to the left side of the table and towered over the sultan. "Although, I am sensing that you are worried my liege."

"Awwk worried," the red parrot, Iago, chirped as he perched himself on Jafar's shoulder.

"Oh I am," the sultan answered, forgetting to give Iago a cracker when he spoke. Iago let out a sigh of relief when a cracker wasn't plunged into his throat.

"Whatever may it be," Jafar pressed on.

"It's Jasmine," the sultan continued to talk to his trusted vizier about his daughter, "I haven't seen her since last afternoon and I am worried about her."

Jafar let out a small smile when the sultan mentioned that his daughter was nowhere to be seen in the castle. All this time, this sinister man had been making a plan and this was the perfect time to accomplish it. He turned his eyes back to the sultan as he began to speak once more, "I know that she is upset about all these suitors that I'm sending her."

"She must feel a little stressed out, like you are my liege," Jafar told him.

"I suppose so," the sultan continued, "but she'll turn sixteen in two more days and there's no time for her to find the right suitor as she, and I quote, wants for love."

Jafar put his hand over a golden goblet that was filled with red wine and gave the sultan a coy smile. "I am sure that a beautiful girl like her will be able to find a real suitor soon enough."

"I have the same hopes," the sultan said as he grabbed the goblet with his hands and bought the cup close to his lips. He took a small sip of the drink and set it back down on the table. "Thank you for your concern Jafar, I knew that I can always count on you."

"I am always happy to help," Jafar said with a smile as he floated away from the table. With his back turned to the sultan, he heard a loud wheezing noise coming out of the sultan's throat. The wheezing was followed by a loud, hacking couch. Jafar immediately turned around and ran over to the sultan. "My liege, are you feeling alright?" he asked as he put a hand on his back.

However, the sultan made no attempt to answer. He had his plump hands wrapped around his throat and he was continuing to cough. Rajah leaped over to the sultan's side but Jafar immediately pointed his snake staff in front of the tiger and a red light escaped from the snake's mouth. The light hit Rajah's body and tranquilized him. He felt his body growing weak and his eyes getting heavier and heavier as his head made contact with the floor.

The sultan let out another torturing cough as his fell face down on the table. Jafar's hand never left the sultan's small back as he had a malicious smile plastered over his face. "Is he dead?" Iago asked as he flew off Jafar's shoulder and perched on the table.

"Yes," Jafar said, "with the sultan out of the way, his precious daughter will hear about this tragedy and she will never show her face at this palace again. Now it's my turn to be the sultan of this palace."

Iago tapped his beak with his wing, "then who will take over the throne after you're gone?" Iago asked. "I-I-I am not saying that you're old and you're gonna die any day but I am just curious," he finished after Jafar sent him a nasty glare.

"I will worry about that when the time comes, in the meantime, I should let the palace know about their 'dear' sultan," he sarcastically said, "and dispose of this...beast," he added as he gave a light kick on Rajah's side. He swung back his long robe behind him and walked out of the dining room.