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'Jasmine wait!' he shouted, but she simply ignored him and continued onwards. Once he was close enough he took hold of her arm and Jasmine had no choice but to stop and turn around. Furiously, much to Aladdin's surprise she glared fiercely at him. He had seen her glare when he came to the Palace disguised as Prince Ali trying to win her hand her marriage and when he was on her balcony still trying to win her over but that was because she had viewed him to be the same as the other princes she had met. But this, this time was different. It was as if she no longer wanted him and had become to despise him, just like she felt towards a certain husband of hers.
'Aladdin just leave me alone!' she snapped, snatching her arm from him and walked back into the palace. However that didn't stop Aladdin as he continued talking as they walked down the hallways, trying to convince her to change her mind and see his reasoning. He couldn't understand why she was giving up so soon, when only two days ago she was more than eager to escape the palace with him.
'Jasmine you can't expect me to just forget about you! What about us... Finally Jasmine turned to face him. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides and her eyebrows narrowed deep in rage. He just didn't understand, he couldn't possibly understand! No matter what they tried or where they went Jafar would always catch her and he would always win. Hadn't Jafar proved that already when they tried to escape or when he had used the ones she cared about as leverage?
'There is no us! There will never be an us! Jafar is my husband now! I agreed to marry him to save you Aladdin, so that you could live!'
'But Jasmine Jafar only wants you so he can rule! He doesn't care for you or love you like I do!' he shot back suddenly finding himself glaring back at her.
'It doesn't matter, he is still my husband! And as my husband I have to stand by him! It would be the same if you were my husband! As Princess I have to put my people's happiness before my own!'
'But I can't just forget about you Jasmine! I love you.' He confessed, hoping those words would melt away all her anger and she would run into his arms. She would think about all the happy times they spent together in the marketplace and the magic carpet ride and confess her feelings for him in return. They would then find a way to destroy Jafar and live happily ever after, the way it should be. But the words that came out of Jasmine's mouth were very much opposite of what he imagined.
'I know you do Aladdin, but if you love me you'll let me go. We can't be together, ever.' Those last five words were spoken as a matter of fact, as if she had already accepted her new life and knew that nothing could be done to change it. She wanted so much to say she loved him but it would only make things worse. It would only make it harder for her to break away from him and her words would simply crumble, allowing her to fall into his arms once again. Aladdin couldn't and didn't want to believe what he was hearing. Her words made him feel like a child who couldn't understand the ways of the world. In a way she sounded much older than she had when she had told him to jump of the balcony when he first met her disguised as Prince Ali. He still wasn't going to give up though, they belonged together.
'We can stop Jafar I know we can. We just have to...
'No Aladdin!' she cut him out, refusing to listen to him and she walked past him.
'Jasmine wait!' Within a minute Aladdin was ahead of her and placed his hands on her shoulders, forcefully stopping her in her tracks. She was going to listen to him whether she liked it or not. Much to his surprise Jasmine placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away, the same as she did with Jafar.
'Let go of me!' she ordered. But Aladdin would have none of it and he held her tighter. He had to make her understand that if she chose to stay with Jafar there would be no happiness for here. Jafar would just use her in whatever way he saw fit. She would be trapped once again and this time it would be with a terrible husband who wouldn't see her more than for her beauty, who wouldn't see her the way he did. Her life would be wasted away while he was free to do what he wanted. Jasmine was indeed beautiful, that he wouldn't deny. But she was also kind, smart, generous, intelligent and understanding. He couldn't bear to see her wither away into nothing, to live for Jafar's satisfaction.
'Please just listen to me.' He pleaded.
'I do hope that's not your hands on my wife, urchin boy.' A deep voice called out. Sure enough when they looked ahead to see Jafar walking down the hallway towards them. Jasmine grimaced, but despite what her mind was telling her pushed past Aladdin with all the strength she had and walked towards Jafar. Aladdin could do all but stare in utter confusion, watching her walk towards his most hated enemy and willingly at that. A satisfied smile spread over Jafar's face and his extended his arm, clasping Jasmine's waist in his hand and pulling her closely against him. Looking at Aladdin she pressed herself more against Jafar, trying so desperately hard to assure herself that this was the right thing, for both of them. Jafar was taken aback by her willingness to be so close to him, but it only intensified his satisfaction at how miserable it made the street rat. That thought said he then turned towards Aladdin, smirking widely.
'My advice boy is perhaps you should start looking for another girl.' He suggested, taking a hold of Jasmine's left hand and displaying the bright, ruby red ring. 'This one is already spoken for.' He pointed out, pressing his lips against the back of her hand in an affectionate gesture, a while wide grin on display showing his sharp teeth. Jasmine despised Jafar treating her as his property, it repulsed her to the core. But she had to give Aladdin the impression that she accepted being Jafar's wife and politely pulled her hand from Jafar's grip, only to then place it against his chest affectionately. Aladdin glare darkly at Jafar, his eyes blazing with the uttermost fury it could burn anything in it's path. However all that faded when he saw Jasmine place her hand on Jafar's chest. He smiled inwardly thinking that she was pushing him away, only to be shocked once more when she did nothing. Jafar was positively beaming with joy at seeing Aladdin look so fallen and ran his fingers along Jasmine's before pulling her away. Jasmine quickly mouthed 'I'm sorry' before turning away and following Jafar.
'It pleases me to see that you are rejecting Aladdin's advances. I'm glad to see that you are not such a fool as he is.' Jafar pointed out as they were walking but Jasmine said nothing, simply concentrated on the ground. He led her towards two golden doors which the servants opened obediently upon seeing them that led to the throne room. As he usually did Jafar walked towards the throne and upon seated pulled Jasmine down onto his lap, one arm wrapped around her waist. Jasmine hated sitting on his knees, she hated being this close to him.
'Could I have my own throne, husband?' she asked meekly. Jafar arched a brow and trailed his fingers up and down her arm.
'And why would you want that my dear, do you not like being this close to your husband?' he questioned. Jasmine bit her tongue, refraining herself from shouting at him.
'It's just wouldn't it look more...presentable to the commoners to see their Sultan and Sultana seated on their thrones?' she suggested.
'The commoners make think and say what they like, not that it would be of any interest to me. ' He pointed out. Jasmine dug her nails into her leg in frustration. She couldn't help but shiver at Jafar's warm breath near her ear.
'You may sit on the throne and rule in my absence but while I am here this is where you will sit, as close to me as possible.'
'I could have ordered that you sit on a cushion at my feet but I don't feel that would be appropriate as my Sultana. I believe you are worthy enough to sit here. You see my flower I am not always callous as you believe me to be, I can be a generous man.'
He informed, pressing his lips against her cheek. He continued trailing his lips along her cheek till he finally reached her mouth. Jasmine's eyes widened at the feeling of Jafar's lips on hers and her hands immediately were on his chest pushing him away. Jafar smiled against her mouth. Ah so there was her fiery spirit, he'd begun to miss it. He slid his free hand through her silky strands, keeping her lips against his, while his other hand slowly slid down her back, sliding his fingers over her hip and thigh. Jasmine gasped but Jafar was quick to push their lips together before she could undo her action. She struggled in his embrace, desperately trying to get him to loosen his hold but it remained solid. Jafar pulled on her bottom lip, kneading it softly with his teeth. His fingers continued exploring her thigh, running underneath and caressing one cheek of her backside before breaking the kiss. Jasmine glared up at him.
'I hate you!' She spat. A smirk played around Jafar's mouth and Jasmine felt the warmth of his palm against her cheek, gently caressing her skin.
'Yes I do believe you have mentioned that before. However...' he skimmed his fingers over her jaw and along the beautiful curve of her neck. 'if you would accept our marriage you would see how you benefit from all of this.'
'Never! You will never replace Aladdin!' she shot back. Jafar continued running his fingers over her neck, still smirking.
'Your love for the street rat is endearing my dear.' He chuckled. 'But Aladdin is no longer a part of your life and therefore he is no longer of your concern.' His fingers wandered down her arm, his dark eyes boring into hers.
'Allow me to explain. Aladdin is nothing but a silly boy with silly dreams. He does not know the laws and politics of Agrabah like I do, he has no money and he believes himself to be worthy enough of a princess. A mere commoner worthy of a princess? It's laughable.' He smiled. Jasmine scowled deeply at him, her blood boiling with so much anger, but Jafar's fingers were wrapped around her arm to prevent her from carrying out any actions. Jafar's smile grew as she struggled to break free and continued.
'I know every inch and corner of this city. I am fully aware of the laws and politics of city from my role as your father's royal vizier for all these years. I am also a sorcerer, therefore more than capable of preventing any threats that come by. Who better to rule Agrabah? Your street rat wouldn't have the least idea of how to rule, neither did your father. They both think with their hearts, not with their minds. Power is...
'At least they have a heart, not like you!' Jasmine spat. She expected Jafar to be angry with her by this point, but again he simply chuckled.
'Oh but I have a heart dear...he pointed out and took her hand, only to place it against his chest...do I not?' he questioned. Jasmine glared and tried to remove her hand from his chest. He slid her hand underneath his dark robe, her palm resting on the dark red material underneath. His heart was beating so profoundly against her hand. She could feel the heat radiating from him and she wondered if it was the heat or her being so close to him cause more ideas to awaken in his mind.
We all have hearts, my dear. Without it we would not be alive.' He again pointed out. Releasing her hand he then placed his hand on her heart. Jasmine gasped, not liking how close his hand was to her breast and tried to pull back, but Jafar's other hand was pulling her forward. Jafar chuckled quietly at how fast her heart was suddenly beating.
'No need to be nervous my dear I won't bite...not yet anyway.' He teased and without warning he pressed his lips to her neck. Jasmine gasped but the more she squirmed the tighter Jafar's grip on her became. He sucked on her skin, relishing in the taste of it, a few nips of the flesh here and there. Jasmine clenched her hands into fists and resorted to beating her fists against his chest. Jafar released her, only to grab her arms tightly and yank her back into him, his lips latched firmly onto her neck once more, smirking as he felt her rapid pulse. His lips continued upwards, his tongue flicking out soon after. Jasmine tried to move but Jafar would simply tighten his grip. Jafar kissed underneath her ear and along her ear lobe, his breath hot against her ear.
'I can give you anything and everything you ever want.' He breathed. 'You know as well as I do that I could change Agrabah for the better, change it in ways your father never could. I can be the most accommodating husband, I can assure you them idiotic princes who not allow their wives to rule in their absence. Simply give into me, Jasmine.'
'Let…let me go.' She spat and Jafar chuckled. 'Never.' He smirked, mimicking her words and pressed his lips to hers once again.
'Y…Your Highness.' A servant called nervously. Jasmine had never felt so relieved to hear the servant's voice and Jafars lips pull away from hers. Jafar frowned at the servant, clearly annoyed at the interruption.
'What?!' he spat. The servant shrank back slightly. 'T…the artisan is h…here.' He stuttered. A small smile formed on Jafar's face.
'Ah good send him in.' he ordered. Jasmine looked at Jafar, confusion written on her face.
'Artisan?' she questioned. Jafar turned his attention back to her, still smiling. He lifted a hand and stroked her cheek.
'Yes an artisan will be coming in shortly to paint a portrait of us. My apologises, I forgot to mention it to you.'
'Oh.' She murmured, clearly not thrilled at the thought of having to be beside Jafar for another hour or so. She was never free from the chaos that was held within these Palace walls, it was either her and Jafar, her and Aladdin or her, Aladdin and Jafar. And even if Aladdin finally left the Palace she felt she still wouldn't be free, knowing he was out there, the thought of what could have been…
'But why do you need me here? Shouldn't the portrait be more focused on the Sultan of Agrabah?' She questioned, hoping he would agree and leave he be for a while. Jafar smiled at this.
'Ah so you have finally accepted me as your Sultan have you?' he smirked and Jasmine clenched her teeth together. She would never accept him as Sultan, nor her husband.
'Surely you don't think I wouldn't want you, my beautiful wife and queen in this portrait? Did I not say I would allow you to rule in my absence?' he questioned.
'Why would you allow me any share in this? You have what you wanted don't you?' she shot back, not believing his words one bit when he had only married her to rule Agrabah.
'I'm not opposed to you having your ideas about our city. So as long as they are not stupid ideas I can be open to them.' Jafar replied. He trailed his fingers over her jawline.
'You'll find I can be open to many things.' He purred. Disgusted Jasmine whipped her face from his grip and Jafar chuckled.
'Good morning Your Highness.' A man greeted and bowed deeply, causing both Jafar and Jasmine to turn their attentions towards him. The short man gave a wide smile at the two of them and Jasmine found herself smiling back. The man was of a short stature, of a plump build and sported a long white beard. Judging from his appearance he seemed like a kind and friendly man, the complete opposite of the man who's lap she was unwillingly sitting in. Jafar on the other hand only nodded his head as his way of acknowledgement. But he found himself surprisingly tensing as he looked at Jasmine and seeing her smile at this man, someone who she hadn't even seen since she was a child! While he enjoyed their heated discussions and the way she glared and narrowed her eyes at him (her flushed appearance making him want to throw her on the bed and take her) he would eventually like to see her smiling at him. But instead everyone else received from her what he didn't. Even when she had wanted to get away from Aladdin he had seen her smile at him briefly before the conversation had turned sour.
'Welcome back to Agrabah Basim.' Jafar greeted.
'Thank you Your Highness. I see much has changed.' He replied, trying to keep a smile on his face. When he had receieved Jafar's letter he was quite surprised to hear that he was the new Sultan. In his past visits to Agrabah he had painted a portrait of the former Sultan and his Sultana, then when their daughter Jasmine was born and the last portrait he had done was of Jafar when he was formally the Sultan's vizier. Even back then there was something about the man he didn't like. The way he seemed to be constantly scowling, the way he walked with so much power and dominance, the smile he showed when around the Sultan made him quite uneasy of him. It was as if something dark lingered inside of him, something that give of a fearful presence when you looked at him or when he looked in your direction.
However he was even more surprised that Princess Jasmine was married to him, sitting in his lap so willing as if she was more than happy to be married to him. He was quite surprised that Hamed would arrange this for his daughter, not to mention Jafar wasn't even of royal blood. While he knew that it was common for a young girl to marry an older man he found it hard to believe that Jasmine would agree to it. He had heard from the citizens in Agrabah that she was a very stubborn girl, many suitors that had come to Agrabah confident and assured that they would win the Princess's hand in marriage had only returned from the Palace angered and frustrated, possibly with their pants ripped from the tiger she kept as a pet. And yet despite all of that it seemed a suitor had finally been chosen, her father's royal vizier.
Jasmine lifted herself from Jafar's lap and smoothed her dress out. Jafar stood up from the throne after her and took her hand, leading her down the steps towards their guest.
'Indeed it has.' Jafar commented. 'I assume you remember the Sultan's daughter, Princess Jasmine.'
'Oh yes of course, how could I forget such a lovely girl.' He smiled and took Jasmine's hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Jasmine smiled and gently pulled her hand back to her side.
'My how you've grown Your Majesty. The last time I came here you were merely a child.' He chuckled.
Jafar chuckled in return and slid his hand around Jasmine's waist, then only to slide down and curl his fingers around her hip.
'Yes she has grown into quite the woman.' He commented. 'And I am honoured to have been given her hand in marriage. Her father is extremely pleased to finally see her married, after all she is quite a picky woman.' He laughed and the artisan chuckled. Jasmine looked up at Jafar and he turned his attention from the artisan to her. As much as she wanted to she had to resist the urge to shout at him or slap him. Instead she forced herself to calm down and scowled playfully at him.
'Yes and I am very lucky to be his wife.' She commented back, forcing a smile so wide that her cheeks practically ached. She moved in closer to him and placed her hand on his chest, leaning her body against his.
'I require from you Basim your finest skills to create a portrait of the new Sultan and Sultana.'
'Of course Your Heighness.' Basim opened his bag and took out his supplies, setting his canvas up. The servants provided him with cushioned to sit on and he waited until Jasmine took hold of Jafar's arm and they looked towards him, smiles on their faces.
...
Frustrated and completely bewildered at the sudden change in Jasmine Aladdin fumed and walked down the hallway, noticing the eyes of the guards watching him everywhere he went. Upon turning around the corner he decided he was going to look for the lamp once again, it had to be here somewhere! He pulled down the handle of each door and opened each room, only to be met with disappoint when each chamber was simply another richly decorated and lavishly designed chamber, not a lamp in sight. The noise of the doors opening and closing caught the attention of a nearby guard and he turned the corner. A glare formed on his face when he saw Aladdin close one of the doors.
'What are you doing?!' he questioned in an aggressive tone.
'Oh you know I was just looking around.' He said casually with a smile.
'I don't think so.' The guard spat and stalked towards Aladdin. He wanted to draw his sword but knowing the street rat had nothing to defend himself with he knew he would be swiftly punished if the boy was found bleeding. Aladdin looked around quickly and saw a vase perched on a stand just behind the guard. Quick on his feet he ran around the guard before he could reach his hand out to grab him and grabbed a hold of the vase. As the guard turned round he smashed the vase over the guard's head, causing him to instantly fall with a loud thud to the floor. A few seconds passed and the guard hadn't gotten up so Aladdin made a run for it. Turning another corner he nearly ran straight into a servant that was walking in the opposite direction carrying a bowl of fruit. Hearing the sound of heavy footsteps not too far from him he got an idea and grabbed the banana's off the top of the bowl.
'Thanks!' he called over his shoulder leaving the servant confused. Peeling of the skin of the first banana he hastily wolfed down the fruit, then another, then another. As the servant turned around he swiftly leapt to one side as the guards came running down the hallway. Aladdin threw the banana peelings behind him and continued running. By the time the guards seen the peelings on the floor it was too late and they either slipped on one or fell over each other. Moans and groans could be heard from what had become a pile of guards, each injured in some way. When Razoul finally arrived he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists in fury.
'Get up you idiots!' he shouted, shaking his head. The street rat was in the Palace and they still failed!
...
One hour later….
Once the painter had finished he stood up and turned the aisle around for the Sultan and Sultana to see it. Jafar smiled, very pleased with it.
'Spectacular work Basim.' He commented and leaned into Jasmine.
'What do you think, my queen?' he asked. Jasmine sighed inwardly in relief at finally being able to let go off his arm and looked at the painting. She looked back at Jafar, who smirked in return. Turning back to the painter she tried to smile, feigning happiness. In truth she hated the painting and dreaded the idea of anyone other than her and Jafar seeing it. All the painting served was to further remind her that that she was his wife and he was the Sultan of Agrabah, the smile on her face making her seem that she was happy to let her people suffer under what she assumed would be his evil ruling and the red only highlighted Jafar's wickedness.
'It's beautiful, thank you.' She complimented and the painter smiled, bowing in thanks. He then packed up his supplies while a guard nearby came forward and picked up the painting. The artisan smiled and bowed deeply once again before turning around and leaving. As soon as he was gone the charade of happiness ended and Jasmine kept his gaze towards the wall, not wanting anyone to see her eyes glass over. And now there was a portrait of the two of them which would no doubt be distributed around Agrabah, reminding everyone of their new ruler for many years to come, to remind everyone that she had handed over the throne to this monster by giving him her hand in marriage. A marriage based on deceit, leverage and eternal misery.
Jafar instructed the guard to put it in the treasury room for now. The guard nodded and bowed deeply, taking it away. Jasmine didn't even bother to look at the guard, her gaze still fixed on the wall. She didn't bother to respond when long hands wrapped around her arms and turned her around. One of the hands lifted her chin up, forcing to turn her attention to her husband. Slowly, Jafar traced her jaw line with his thumb.
'So beautiful, my Sultana.' He said in a voice that was just above a whisper, breathing hot air onto her skin. 'Even Basim was struggling to keep his eyes off you. I do believe I am the luckiest man in all of Agrabah.' He stated proudly. Much to his surprise the ill-tempered Princess chose not to respond this time. An eyebrow arched at the dull expression on his wife's face.
'Oh dear, it appears my Queen has lost her voice. Or could it be she has finally learned to curb that brash tongue of hers? Though I must admit seeing you flustered only makes you more desirable.' He purred.
Before Jasmine could even think of a reply, a loud voice interrupted. Jafar's parrot had flown into the room and was hovering above them.
'Lunch is served!' Iago yelled. Jafar's narrowed his eyes at the loud mouthed bird.
'Yes thank you Iago, I'm sure all of Agrabah has heard it as well.' Jafar shot back, and Iago rolled his eyes. You would think becoming Sultan would have made him easier to put up with, but in this case it proved nothing did. Considering oh wait I'm the one who suggested ya marry the Princess, you ungrateful moron.
'A thousand pardons o mighty obnoxious one.' He replied sarcastically. Jasmine giggled slightly at this. Though she didn't really like the parrot considering he had shoved crackers down her father's throat at the start of Jafar's reign, any insults made towards Jafar was the only good thing about her situation. The sound caused Jafar to glare from Iago to her.
'Is there something amusing you dear?' he questioned sharply, eyes becoming narrower.
'No…she coughed….of course not.' she smiled. Jafar continued to frown, unconvinced in the least.
'Perhaps I should leave you with him and see how well you cope.' He sneered.
As Jafar was talking Iago was pulling expressions behind his back: yawning in boredom, sticking his tongue out, pretending to be Jafar standing straight and tall and looking down his nose at others, rolling his eyes, miming Jafar talking.
Jasmine suddenly burst out laughing at this and Jafar whipped around and seized Iago by the throat, choking him.
'We'll see who the funny one is when I throw you in the dungeons and leave you there!' he shouted, shaking the bird, Iago struggling to breathe. His face was starting to turn purple, his oxygen level decreasing. His master never had been good at understanding a joke. Well when it was about him anyway.
'Sorry master.' He choked out and thankfully or luckily Jafar released him.
'Leave now!' he shouted. Iago quickly took off without a second glance. It was never wise to disobey when he was in that temper. He had learned that from previous times when he had pushed Jafar's temper too far. Jasmine's heart began to beat faster when he turned to face her.
'I…I'm sorry…I' she said, her gaze directed to the ground. Jafar took her chin in his fingers, tilting her head so that she was looking into his dark, terrifying eyes. Smiling at how quick she was to apologise for her mistake, his other hand softly stroked her cheek.
'No harm done my flower. Iago was simply trying to be clever and thought he could influence my queen, though you realized your mistake.' He replied and pulled her into a kiss. Angered boiled through Jasmine, hating how he could take advantage of her fear, knowing this was her actual way of apology, even though it wasn't willingly. He broke away with a satisfied grin and took hold of her wrist.
'As my idiot of a parrot lunch is served my dear, come.' He said and starting walking towards the translucent curtain, Jasmine quickly following behind. No further conversation occurred between them leaving the throne room and reaching the dining chamber. Not that either of them had anything to say really, making Jasmine relieved. Again the guards were quick to open the doors. Jasmine's eyes scanned the room, her father was seated at the long table…but no Aladdin, causing her to quickly turn towards Jafar, seeking her answer. Anger ran through the sorcerer, annoyed that she was so concerned over a mere street rat. She should be concerned about him, he was her husband! Turning, he glared towards the guards at the doors.
'Where is he?!' he spat, causing the guards to flinch. The looked at each other, neither one of then wanting to admit they couldn't find him.
'We're, we're looking for h,him, your H, Heighness.' One guard replied shakily, beads of sweat trickling down the sides of his face as Jafar's face tightened. Jasmine winced as Jafar's fingers were practically crushing her wrist.
'Find him!' Jafar shouted. Terrified the guards bolted out the doors and ran the corridors in search of Aladdin. Jasmine sat down next to Jafar. Her wrist was still sore from where Jafar had gripped it and she rubbed it gently with her other hand.
'Is everything alright dearest?' he father asked troublingly. Letting her wrist fall to her side, she smiled and nodded.
'Everything is fine father. The portrait took a bit longer than I had thought, my arm aches a little.' She explained soothingly. The former Sultan remained a little confused however, not quite sure if she was telling the truth. He turned his gaze to Jafar, wanting to know
Jafar stared back at him in annoyance, irritated that he should need to know anything more than what Jasmine had already said. It was no of his business what occurred between himself and his wife.
'As your daughter has already explained, everything is fine.' And with that said he looked back towards the door, awaiting Aladdin's arrival, impatience overtaking his face.
Just as she was about to tuck into lunch the sound of approaching footsteps drew her attention away from her food and towards the doorway. A gasp came from her lips at seeing Aladdin being held tightly by the guards, a large bruise on his face, another bruise on one of the guard's face. Clearly a fight had occurred and whatever Aladdin had been trying to achieve had failed.
'Apologises your highness, the boy was searching the palace for the genie.' One of the guards informed the sorcerer. Jafar's eyes burned with rage so much it looked as though he was going to mentally set fire to Aladdin there and then, his teeth clenched furiously boy just didn't give up did he?!
'It seems you still don't understand, boy! I have explained many times before but nothing will go into that foolish head of yours! Agrabah is mine, Jasmine is mine, the genie is mine, you have nothing street rat! A smirk formed on his face as an idea formed in his mind. 'Perhaps torture would break that spirit of yours.' He pondered. Jasmine and her father's eyes widened in shock and they looked at each other. The Sultan's heart sank as he saw the tears brimming in his daughter's eyes. After all she had been through since Jafar had taken over the last thing she needed to think was that her sacrifice had all been for nothing if Aladdin was going to get himself into trouble with Jafar over and over again. Rather than wanting to cheer the boy up as he had tried to do earlier he now wanted to shout at the boy for putting his own selfish needs first. While he understood Aladdin want to get rid of Jafar and have everything back the way it was he knew it was never going to happen. Jafar was an all-powerful sorcerer and he would ensure Aladdin never took away his throne or Jasmine.
'Get Razoul for me now.' Jafar ordered. The guard nodded and was about to leave the doorway when Jasmine reached over and grabbed Jafar's arm.
'Wait!' Jafar's eyes widened for a few seconds at the sudden contact before rolling his eyes. Of course, he knew she would try to save the boy, try to get him to change his mind with pleading.
'As charming as you care about him dear, the boy needs to be punished.' He pointed out annoyingly. Jasmine closed her eyes, sickened at what she was going to say, furious at Aladdin for causing trouble and therefore causing her to have to save him time and time again. She leaned in towards Jafar, her lips pressed close to his ear.
'Please spare him. If you do I….I'll….I'll come to you tonight willingly, I'll be yours.' She whispered, her stomach already churning at those words…the image of being with Jafar intimately. Jafar's eyebrows nearly shot up into his turban at her words. To have Princess Jasmine submit to him, finally. He reached out and stroked her cheek, long fingers caressing her skin. Jasmine held back a shiver.
'Really?' he asked. Jasmine nodded.
'And you will remain true to your word, you won't try to hide, you will submit to my every desire?' he questioned. Jasmine swallowed hard, disgusted in every way but if it kept Aladdin safe then she would, she would give herself to Jafar.
'I will.' She answered and slowly she turned her head away, her pride and dignity long gone. Jafar smiled and turned his attention towards the guards.
'Allow the boy a seat.' He ordered. The guards quickly released Aladdin. Reluctantly Aladdin sat down, knowing that the guards were blocking the door and Jafar was only sitting across from him.
'It seems once again Jasmine has saved your worthless life, boy.' Jafar remarked and took Jasmine's hand in his, entangling their fingers together. Jasmine cringed as Jafar's fingers were stroking hers, it made them look like lovers.
'Lucky for you she has promised me a far better offer than you pitiful screams.' He grinned deviously, wondering if Aladdin would pick up on his words. Aladdin wasn't sure what Jafar meant at first. Jasmine had given him the throne, he had all the gold that he could ever want and he had the genie. But then Aladdin's eyes widened as the sorcerer's words began to sink in. There was only one thing Jafar would want from Jasmine other than marriage, herself. Jafar's words when they encountered two nights ago came flooding back to him.
She's such a beauty isn't she, far too tempting for any man to resist in clothing that can barely contain her curves so perhaps I cannot blame you for taking an interest in her. She will soon forget about you while she is writhing under me.
Jasmine had made it clear that Jafar had done nothing to her on their wedding night, but now she was offering herself to him if he spared him?! No he couldn't let that happen, he would rather be tortured than have Jasmine suffer at Jafar's hands.
'Jasmine no! I won't let you!' he stated but Jasmine just continued to look away. Jafar rolled his eyes at this pathetic display. It seemed this boy would never grasp that he was Sultan and Jasmine was his wife. His word was law, and if he wanted Jasmine he would have her.
'Tut, tut such ungratefulness street rat. You've just been spared being tortured, any other street rat would show some gratitude, but that isn't in your nature, now is it?! Jafar sneered. He slipped his arm around Jasmine's shoulder and pulled her closer to him.
'Besides it was her choice, I didn't force her. The poor girl cares for you but you are simply too selfish to care and get yourself into trouble, don't you?'
'Perhaps I should show her who is better suited for her.' He grinned. He clicked his fingers and the servants appeared, surrounding the table with food. Now that everyone was seated they were all able to eat. Aladdin picked at bits on his plate, his thoughts elsewhere. Jasmine barely touched her food, disgusted with herself and trying not to think about tonight's events. She couldn't bear to look at Aladdin. She didn't care if Jafar noticed how little she was eating, since marrying Jafar she felt little desire for anything. Thankfully Jafar didn't bother to notice this time, his thoughts now concentrating on tonight, on how he would finally have Jasmine in their bed willingly. While it was only to save her precious Aladdin the idea of being able to do with her what he wanted was more enticing to him than having the boy tortured. And besides what better way to get back at the street rat than to strike at him where it would really hurt, his Princess ruined for him.
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It was late in the evening and Jasmine sat on the side of the fountain in the garden late in the evening. Wide, brown eyes stared down at the fish swimming this way and that in the clear, blue water and sighed. At least they didn't have to worry about marriage or falling in love, or having to make choices. They weren't forced into situations that they didn't want to be in, or be with someone they didn't want to be with. They just did the same thing every day, no worries, no heartache, a carefree life. And there were plenty of them to keep each other company. With her she felt that she was alone, aside from her father and Rajah. Placing her head in her hands she wondered if Jafar would let her have Rajah back. The last time she had been in the throne room she had been sitting unwillingly in Jafar's lap. Out of the corner of her eye she had noticed that Rajah was still in the cage as a cub before Jafar had transported them to their chambers but the overwhelmingness of the room and knowing it was her wedding night had blocked out any previous thoughts. At this moment however she just wanted to bury her face in her pet's fur and feel comforted by his paw against her back.
Upon hearing a slapping of feet against the ground Jasmine looked up, then without realizing she rolled her eyes as she saw Aladdin walking towards her. She felt a little guilty at her reaction when she saw him, horrified at the realization that she had just done something Jafar usually did around her or others. Since when had she started copying Jafar's habits? The last thing she wanted was any part of him rubbing off on her. Aladdin was still the love of her life but it was impossible to picture the idea of them ever having a future together, all she wanted now was for him to live a good life. Though he seemed to be throwing that opportunity away every time he brought Jafar's wrath upon himself. He may think he knows what's best for her but Jafar is too powerful and will have whatever he wants, including her. And with the genie being locked away somewhere there was no hope of even getting rid of Jafar's powers. This time she stood up and starting walking in the direction that Aladdin had come from. All she wanted was to get tonight over with, even though her body tensed up every time she thought about it.
'Jasmine you can't do this, there has to be another way.' He pointed out.
'If you wouldn't get yourself into trouble Aladdin I wouldn't have to.'
'You don't have to, I'll take any punishment as long as he doesn't harm you.'
'Aladdin I can't let you get hurt, not for me. Even if you did agree I have already given my word to Jafar. Stop trying to rescue me, you know Jafar could destroy you and I can't bear to lose you.' She pleaded, trying a last attempt at making him see reason.
'And I can't bear to lose you.' He replied with equal pleading.
'Please just leave Agrabah, for me.' She begged.
'Aladdin go away, by order of the Queen!' she shouted and stormed off into the Palace. Aladdin tried to run after her but two guards appeared in front of him before he could get into the Palace. Their arms were crossed over their chests and smirks formed on their faces, their smug looks daring Aladdin to try and challenge them. Defeated, he watched Jasmine enter the Palace annoyed that there was nothing he could do. He turned around and stormed off further into the gardens. He needed to think of a way to get Jasmine back, he refused to even contemplate that Jafar was winning Jasmine over onto his side.
She tried to ignore the stares of the guards and servants and opened the doors to her and her fiendish husband's chambers. Closing the door behind her she pressed herself against it, sliding down to the floor. She wrapped her arms around her knees and leaned her head down into them. Quietly sobs muffled against herself filled the chamber, the darkness of the bed and walls threatening to snuff out the light and consume her and take everything she had left. Lifting her head up she stared at the bed, the light revealing the wet trails down both of her cheeks.
Goosebumps rose along her body the longer she looked at the bed ahead of her and she drew her arms tighter around herself. It would be so easy to turn around and leave the room, so tempting to hiding like she did the first time. But, unlike the first time when surprisingly Jafar had chosen not to further indulge in her body this time she knew it wouldn't be a simple turning of the lights and going to sleep. Not when she had offered him a taste of her this time. Quickly she looked down again and tried to calm down, getting upset or thinking of plans to escape wouldn't help her. If she changed her mind Jafar could easily change his. And then things would be even worse if she were the cause of someone else's death. She had told Aladdin the lives of her people were more important than her's and she would stick to her words.
Slowly and nervously she stood up and walked over to the wardrobe. Shaking hands opened the doors and skimmed through the outfits that she had to choose from. As she assumed most of them quite revealing, outfits she daren't wear outside this room. Finally after convincing herself that it didn't matter what she wore as long it pleased Jafar and picked on at random. She clutched the outfit in one hand and shut the doors then walked over to the screen and started changing. Once she had secured the top around her breasts she emerged from behind the screen and made her way over to the dressing table. As soon as she sat down she didn't want to look at the mirror at first, didn't want to see what she looked like. Reluctantly she swallowed her fears and gazed at her reflection.
Her face fell even more when she took in her appearance, she looked like she was part of a harem. Her breasts threatening to burst out, her face all painted up, her thighs bare. The only item that seemed to give away that she was more than that was the golden crown on her head and the ring on her finger. She reached up and removed the golden crown, placing it on the table. She then reached up and unclasped the golden hairpiece, allowing her hair to tumble down to her waist. Picking up her hairbrush she brushed through her long, thick hair until it was practically shinning.
Jasmine lined her eyes out more with dark coal so they would stand out more and repainted her lips. When she was finished she placed the golden crown back on her head. Red ruby lips forced a smile and she tried to reassure herself that everything was going to be fine. Delicate hands picked up the glass next to her and she drank the win eagerly, hoping it would relax her a bit and give her the courage she needed. She stood up from the dressing table and walked over to the bed. Sitting down she placed both hands on either side of her and awaited Jafar's presence.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)
