Hi everyone, once again I am sorry for such a long wait. To be honest I'm losing interest in writing, I've been trying not to but it's getting hard and I'm being trying to push the negativity to the back of my mind but I have to face the truth that I'm not into it as much as I used to be. But I will be finishing this story and To Forgive and Forget, and I'm thinking of doing a remade version of Evil Love: Together Forever? and doing a sequel to it. So it just means after them I won't be writing any more chapter stories after these ones, maybe a couple of one-shots but that's it. I will be giving up writing after next year, I already have three hobbies: drawing, reading and video games and to add another one is just too much. Hope you understand.

Lexiatel: Thank you so for the review :) About Rajah you'll find out in this chapter ;) With Jafar well all I can say is I'll try as I go along.

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Embez002: Thank you so much for the review :) Yep Jafar is not so much as evil as that. Strange cause Iago's so funny xD and weird how people could leave out Jasmine's companion. I can remember some of the series but can't remember what episodes Jasmine and Iago talked in haha but I can tell I'll definitely being having them converse more :)

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It was late in the evening when the sorcerer left his tower. A servant fixed him a late dinner and as soon as he finished he made his way towards his chambers, not surprised in the least that he was the only one in the room. The only reason Jasmine was here before him last time was to carry out her offer. He wasn't going to look for her, she would show herself eventually. She knows she can't hide from him. Black and red attire was thrown onto the floor and Jafar climbed into the large, black bed. Long, bony hands summoned a book from a puff of red smoke and he flipped through the pages to find the one he was up to. All the while he tried to block out the events from last night.

A few minutes later and he looked up to see the door handle lowering and the red door opening. As he had assumed in walked his beautiful wife; wrapped in red and gold, her crown and necklace sparkling in the light from the candles. Hooded eyes drank in her form, resting on the curves of her hips and breasts. Words could not describe how much he wanted her. How much he wanted to just walk over to her and pull her tightly against his body, caressing every part of her body. But he knew if he started to make these kind of advances she would struggle and beg him to stop and it would merely be a repeat of his wedding night.

Though there was another way he could have her. He was a sorcerer after all, he could find a spell or create a potion to slip into her wine when she's not looking to make her fall in love with him if the genie couldn't grant such a request. But as he pondered the idea it soon dissolved into dust. Even though he could have what he wanted sooner rather than later he decided against it, shaking his head inwardly. Though he knew he could do this and have her all over him it wouldn't really be her. While she would still look the same the look in her eyes and her voice would say otherwise. Her fiery temper would be replaced with seductive words and words of affection.

And while at times he grew annoyed and irritated at her temper, she did she did look so enticing when her face was flushed in anger and her delicate hands clenched at her sides. True she would let him do anything to her under a spell or potion but she would only do this and moan and groan because she would be under the influence of magic. What he really wanted was for her to come to him willingly, unfortunately something like that would take a while. However if she did finally come to him willingly it would all be worth it, he would have truly won. After all he had done though it wasn't as if she was going to throw her arms around him and suddenly profess any love for him behind closed doors.

Jasmine closed the door behind her and leaned against it, looking back at Jafar, waiting to see if she was expected to do anything this night. This would be the third night they would be sharing a bed together. Every night she dreaded coming to this room, lying in bed next to him. Especially as she had been confused both on their wedding night and on the night she had offered herself to him. How long would this last for? If he had no use for then why couldn't he just let her go, or at least let her sleep in her own room? He could have easily taken the throne without marrying her, it wasn't as if anyone would stop him. And she could finally be with a man she loved, instead of having the complete opposite. It was ironic how only days ago she had been talking about this with her father and look how her life had turned out, a complete and utter nightmare. Finally the awkward stare was broken as Jafar returned his gaze back to his book, much to Jasmine's relief.

She walked over to the screen and started to change, surprised and partly pleased to see her pink top and pants were still draped over the top of the screen from this morning. At least this time she wasn't waiting to seduce Jafar as she sat down at her dressing table. She changed into them and made her way over to her dressing table and sat down, picking up the golden brush and started brushing her thick, long, dark hair. Her stomach twisted into knots whenever her eyes caught sight of the ruby ring on her finger and the heavy necklace that lay around her neck. While she could admire their beauty the colour on them made it quite obvious as to who they were from. Just like everything else she hadn't even been able to decide on how she wanted her ring or her necklace. The face staring back at her looked tired, upset and a little devoid of life. But then being married to such a dreadful man probably did this to you, as her had father pointed out that he feared she wouldn't be happy with Jafar.

Her long hair now shining and her jewellery and crown removed she stood up and nervously went over to the bed. Jafar barely paid any attention when he felt the covers being pulled back and the bed sink a little under his wife's petite frame, trying to remain focused on what he was reading rather than think of what he could be doing with her in this very room. That is until he could feel her moving closer to him. Usually Jasmine would have turned over and try to get some sleep but curiosity overcame her and she was wondering what her husband was reading. He was reading last well as well while she was changing. Even though she knew she shouldn't throw herself in the lion's den her body moved closer and closer to him.

'Are you trying to give me idea's pussycat?' his deep voice questioned. Worried by his tone of voice Jasmine started moving back.

'I was just wondering if that was the same one you were reading when I…I…' she started to say, her back now resting against the headboard.

'Tried to seduce me, again.' He finished for her.

'What are you reading? She tentatively asked.

'Curiosity killed the cat you know.' He smirked, amused at seeing her quiver.

'Not that it's relevant to you but if you must know it is the same one.' He answered. 'I was trying to find a spell that would make a wife want to please her husband.' He finished grinning deviously. She glared at him, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Jafar rolled his eyes and turned back to his book.

'Relax my dear, if I had wanted to do that I would have done it by now.' He drawled. Jasmine still didn't feel any safer at his words, not wanting to believe that he didn't have some plan up his sleeve to get her to want him or love him as he had tried to with the genie. Seeing that he wasn't going to tell her what he was really reading she was about to turn over and go to sleep when she felt a thud of something on the bed. In front of her was now Jafar's book. She looked up to see Jafar looking back at her.

'There you go though I doubt it would be of any interest to a Princess.' He quipped. She scowled at his insult but picked up the book anyway and flipped through the pages. Indeed there was spells in the book; spells to kill and torture an enemy, spells to make you wealthy, spells for certain items and she swallowed nervously at the next one; spells to make a person fall in love or desire someone. Jafar watched her with interest, amused by her furrowed brows as her eyes darted back and forth across the pages, her small hands flipping through them. It was quite surprising for the sorcerer to see her actually taking an interest in something of his, but then it was most likely because she had nothing else to do in the Palace and it wasn't as if they were doing anything behind their chamber doors despite being married. Jafar's brows furrowed at the last thought, thinking about how every other man in Agrabah would be doing more than conversing with their wife behind closed doors, a lot more.

Once she had finished she handed the book back to Jafar. As soon as the sorcerer took the book it vanished in a puff of smoke. He then turned onto his side and the candles were snuffed out within minutes. Any other night Jasmine would have done the same but one question was lingering on her mind and prevented sleep from taking over. The one question that stopped her from getting sleep in the beginning of the night, the one that worried her as they were now bound as husband and wife, the one that made her keep her guard up around him.

'Why?' she called out into the darkness.

'Why what?' Jafar responded in a tired voice. Jasmine swallowed before she found her words.

'Why don't you just….take me?' she shyly asked, curling her arms around herself as the words escaped her lips. Perhaps she shouldn't have said anything and simply tried to get to sleep like she usually would despite lying next to him. But after their wedding night and the previous night she desperately needed this question to be answered. A loud gasp jumped from her mouth when she felt and arm wrap around her stomach and she was pulled towards Jafar, her back pressed against his chest.

'Not that I wouldn't enjoy that my dear.' He purred, pressing his lips to her neck. Jasmine shuddered against him and a smirk slid over Jafar's lips. 'But I would rather have the pleasure of willing company than unwilling.' He replied between kisses, his lips trailing across her shoulder. 'Of which I'm sure will change.' He pointed out.

'After all you've done I will never want you. Aladdin will always have my heart.' Jasmine shot back at him, wanting to crush any hopes of his, just like he had done to hers. Confusion washed over her face as she felt Jafar laugh against her shoulder. What was so funny about that? She had expressed many times that she had loved Aladdin. What was so different this time?

'What is so funny?' she spat.

'Why I find it quite amusing how this boy has captured your heart so quickly. You've known him only what 6 days? He pointed out and Jasmine clenched her hands into fists.

'He understands me more than you ever will.' She hissed. Jafar trailed his fingers over her stomach lazily.

'Does he now? And do tell in what way does he understand you?' he countered. Shivers travelled down her spine as his fingers stroked her just above the waistband of her pants before she spoke again.

'He shares my need for freedom.' She answered, trying to pry his hand off her but he merely placed his hand over hers, pinning both their hands against her stomach. Jafar smirked against her ear as she struggled to remove her hand.

'My dear Jasmine he is a street rat, he would tell you anything if it meant getting off the streets. And marrying the Princess of Agrabah would certainly do that. He would no longer have to steal and he would have everything he wanted at his disposal. Any other boy out there would have done the same if it meant having a wealthy life. How is this any different?' he sneered. Jasmine dug her fingers into her pant leg in frustration. Jafar could feel the anger radiating from her body and he loved it.

'He tried to save me from the likes of you.' She pointed out abruptly.

'Only so he could gain favour with your father. After all it would be the perfect reward for him, wouldn't it, even though the law states you have to marry a Prince.'

'You forced me to marry you.' She objected.

'Ah but I am the most powerful man in the world, far better than a Prince. And who better to have on my arm? You forget my dear I never actually forced you, you choose of your own free will.' He corrected.

'Only because you threatened everyone I care about. And Aladdin showed me parts of the world I've never seen, unlike those stuff shirted swaggering peacock Princes.' She retorted.

'Yes and he gave you that so he could lure you in.' he put in. Jasmine could feel a crack in her stubborn anger.

'If he had acted like those other idiotic Princes you would have rejected him instantly therefore he came up with a tactic that would earn your trust.' Jafar remarked, rolling his eyes. A single tear slid down Jasmine's cheek. No it couldn't be true, he wouldn't do that, Aladdin is not like Jafar.

'He loves me, he told me.' She snarled.

'And you believed him?' he questioned. Jasmine placed her hand over her mouth in shock at his words. No, no Aladdin had completely genuine when he had professed his love for her when he had come to rescue her the second time from her room that Jafar had locked her in. The warmth in his eyes and the way he had held her had also shown how much he cared for her. That surely hadn't been an act had it? She hadn't fallen for something that wasn't real had she? But then she had been quick to trust him despite not knowing him, but she has known Jafar for years and has never been convinced to trust him. Mentally she shook her head. This was ridiculous! Aladdin loved her and that was it, she shouldn't be questioning herself about it. But her body started to betray her as the warm tears started to trail down her cheeks. Feeling the silence around the room Jafar decided to twist the knife further and leaned in closer to her ear.

'After all, your father trusted me for years, failing to realise that I was plotting to take his throne away from him. He actually deems himself an excellent judge of character yet he failed to realise how wrong he was until it was too late. When his dear Palace was lifted high above him and he was turned into a puppet jester for my entertainment, and his daughter my personal slave.' He grinned mischievously.

'And yet you put the same trust in Aladdin, a boy you don't even know.' Jasmine choked out a sob, not wanting to believe what she was hearing but in a sense it was true. She was so quick to trust Aladdin, the first person she had met outside the Palace walls. Her father entrusted everything to Jafar and despite knowing him for far longer Jafar had betrayed him in the end. What was stopping Aladdin from doing the same? And why was she now thinking this and letting Jafar of all people put ideas in her head?

She had never trusted him, has always given her the impression he was up to something but she couldn't prove it, well until now, though seeing her father betrayed by Jafar if anything had shown that trusting someone could leave you vulnerable, easy to take advantage of but she couldn't imagine Aladdin to be as cruel as Jafar. However was it wrong to assume he could be like that, would that be downfall like her father? She felt sorry for him having to live on the streets, surely he hadn't used the genie to solve that situation so he could win her over, had he? On the other hand would her father have let her marry him if he had saved her, despite what the law said? Saving a Princess would most likely persuade her father to change the law. After all hadn't that proved he was far more worthy than a Prince, willing to sacrifice his own life for hers?

Hearing a choked sob coming from her and coming to the conclusion that she was out of sorts with herself, lost on what to think a devious sneer consumed Jafar's face and he removed his hand from her stomach, placing it on her leg, rubbing up and don't in feigned comfort.

'Oh my dear my apologises if I have upset you my flower. I was merely stating my opinion. Don't fret your pretty head, after all you despise me so I had not thought you would take my words seriously to heart. I am clearly your enemy therefore you have no reason to trust me.' He mockingly soothed and to make matters worse he leaned in and kissed the side of her head so tenderly as if being a caring spouse, something he knew would hurt her even more. With that he then turned back onto his side of the bed and went to sleep unlike the woman next to him. Jasmine wrapped her arms around herself once again as her top became soaked in her tears, her eyes gleaming with wet.

In the dark room she was silently cursing Jafar for every bit of cruelty he fed her and hoped he got everything he deserved coming to him. She vowed that one day she would find a way to end him and his reign for her was trying to make her choice as unbearable as humanly possible. Night turned into day once again and when Jasmine awoke and rubbed tear stained eyes and turned over finding Jafar lying next to her. At the sound of the bed shifting Jafar awoke and propped himself against the pillows.

'Sleep well pussycat?' he teased, slowly edging closer to her as she moved closer to the edge of the bed.

'You know I did not.' She hissed and made to get up when Jafar grabbed her arms, preventing her from leaving the bed.

'Did I give you permission to leave the bed?' he questioned, displaying his sharp teeth.

'Did I give you permission to touch me you snake?' she retorted back. Jafar chuckled and pulled her into him.

'That I may be yet there is such venom coming from your tongue.' One hand came to set around her waist, the other tangling in her long, dark hair.

'And right now I would say that tongue has a better use don't you agree?' he purred, pulling her in closer, locking lips and exploring her mouth and tongue with his. Knowing he wouldn't let go until he was satisfied Jasmine thought of a new plan to get away from him. Since her hands were now free she could try and climb over him. Placing both hands on his chest, surprising Jafar, she pushed herself on top of him, trying to sneakily get away. That was until Jafar's hands on her hips stopping her.

'Oh did you want to be on top? Because I assure you I would be more than happy with that my beautiful desert bloom.' He smirked, playing with the waistband of her pants. Though she wasn't on top of him because she wanted to be, he had sensed what she was up to but still it was a rather sensual position that she was in and he wasn't exactly against it. Jasmine's lips twisted in revulsion and she pushed herself off with Jafar reluctantly letting her do so. As soon as her feet touched the floor she rushed over to the screen, grabbed her attire and exited their chambers, shutting the door behind and leaving the sorcerer alone in the room. He sighed in annoyance before getting out of bed himself and deciding to head to the wash room as well. His lips formed into a frown as he thought of Jasmine. Why did he have to marry such an enticing goddess! Having her tantalizing body on top of him if only for a moment; it was difficult not to take it further with her.

Even though he has kissed her many times now he had to still restrain himself from wanting more. A bony fist slammed down onto the mattress in anger. Marriage was expected of a woman when she reached a certain age. A Princess was no different. And with marriage followed intimacy and heirs that the woman was to provide. Love was of no mere importance, a Princess was simply expected to accept her husband and submit to his every need.

And…yet Jafar refused to put the exact same tradition on Jasmine. She was so fixated on love and romance that anything she was pushed into doing meant displeasure and distress immediately, not helping that he was the man she despised most. Yes he had upset her last night but that was merely to point out cold truths and awaken her mind to how naïve she is, however he wouldn't physically get rid of that nativity. With that last thought he threw on his attire and headed to the washroom.

Jasmine meanwhile was already soaked in the warm water, trying to come up with ideas as to occupy her day. The servants had offered to help her bathe but she refused wanting some time to herself to be alone with her thoughts. Unfortunately she would have to endure breakfast with Jafar and quite possibly Aladdin but at least her father was always there. She could go and see Rajah, talk to her father in the afternoon. She wanted to avoid Aladdin as much as she possibly could. She could also sit in the garden again and it was after that thought that she sighed.

There was very little for her to do in the Palace, but then there had always been little for her to do. With Aladdin she had hoped to go on adventures together and see the world, with Jafar she knows he will never take her anywhere. A disturbing thought passed through her, his idea of adventure would probably being on top of her, or her on top. So here she was, doomed to remain in the Palace once again. She let the warm water splash around her naked skin for a few more minutes then got out.

Aladdin looked out of his window when he awoke, surprised and a little disappointed to see that the sandstorm had dispersed. Now that the sandstorm was gone Jafar would no longer have any need for him staying at the Palace, which meant the end of any conversation with Jasmine. It still annoyed him that she had given herself to that monster, though she had done it to save him. Something he had tried to deny but now blamed himself for.

As soon as she had made her offer Jafar had no interest in him, and he partly knew there was nothing he could say to counter-act Jasmine's words. Anything to get her into bed with him and his hand clenched into a fist, alone tear sliding down his cheek that chose to ignore. He punched the wall in anger and couldn't help but wonder if she had given herself to him last night if it had seemed that she had enjoyed it the first time. He punched the wall again. No surely that one time had just been because of him….Then again she was married, Jafar could have demanded she sleep with him.

He wouldn't be taken aback if Jafar forced her to be with him. That was what triggered his nightmares in the first place. He hadn't wanted to walk away from her but there was so much anger in him that he had to. He still wanted to help her but didn't want Jasmine to pay for his mistakes. This wasn't like it was on the streets however, the guards could track him down easier since they lived in the Palace. And every time he had tried to find the lamp he had failed. Even if he could hide in a room or hide in the servants quarters the guards would hunt high and low for him.

And if he tried to escape out the windows there would be guards in the garden too. He wasn't sure what to do for the first time in his life. His shoulders slumped as the guards opened the doors of his temporary chambers and he was once again forced to have breakfast with his worst enemy and the love of his life. For the time being he did not have a plan. Heck, he didn't even have carpet and Abu this time, they were locked away somewhere.

Once dried off Jasmine donned herself in her gold and red attire. Jafar had stood in the doorway while she applied her jewellery, her crown and make-up and when she had finished she followed him for breakfast. Unusually Jafar didn't put his hand on her hip or take hold of her hand or wrist. When all four of them were seated and breakfast was brought to them they ate it in silence. Aladdin didn't even look at Jasmine this time, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself. If he looked up at her he would only regret it. Hamid looked around in boredom, looking at his daughter's calm face and Aladdin's solemn expression , noticing how the three of them had little meaning in their lives.

He no longer had any power, authority or influence and spent his days in his room with his toys (the objects no longer entertaining him) or wandering aimlessly about the Palace conversing sometimes with the guards or servants. His daughter ended up having to spend her time with Jafar or Aladdin, something evidently she would rather avoid doing. The guards had told him about the portrait Jafar he had commissioned of himself and Jasmine. He wondered what Bassim had thought of his daughter's husband. He had only met Bassim a handful of times.

The first time was for himself and Jasmine's mother when they got married, the second time was when Jasmine was little and the third time was a portrait of his royal vizier, now ruler of his city. But then he thought even if Bassim were to have voiced his opinions on Jafar back when he was his royal vizier he realized he probably took heed of his words. After all he prided on being an excellent judge of character, thought he had chosen his vizier wisely.

Oh but how wrong he had been. Jafar had been putting on a convincing façade for all these years and it had only taken Aladdin to show him who he really was, a boy who he'd only met the first day when he showed up at the Palace. He'd never felt like such a fool. Jafar had never cared about helping him and Jasmine or their well-being, just wondering how long it would take before he could take it all from him and now that moment had finally come. Jasmine's mother had mentioned her suspicions of Jafar a few times when they were alone but he had simply dismissed them, telling her there was nothing to worry about.

'Oh Layan, if only you could be here and see how right you were, the old man sighed inwardly. Unfortunately she had fallen ill when Jasmine was a little girl and any assumptions about Jafar had died with her. Many physicians had been summoned to help the Sultana but sadly nothing could be done and she passed, her final words being of how much she loved him and to take care of their daughter.

Jasmine was in tears for weeks and weeks upon hearing of her mother's death and sometimes would lock herself away in her room, not wanting any contact with anyone until her father knocked on her door begging her to come out. He understood of course, no-one wanted to experience the death of a loved one, let alone at such a young age. And he himself was completely devastated, trying to put on a smile while the tears fell behind closed doors, weeks and months after her funeral. Meanwhile Jafar would help to run the kingdom in the meantime.

The former Sultan now began to realise just how much he had relied and depended on the vizier now sorcerer now Sultan over the years, while he played with his toys. He supposed Jafar had done most of the work running the kingdom now that he thought about it. After all where would he have been without his royal advisor? Countless times Jafar had been sent away to make alliances and negotiations with other cities outside Agrabah and they had all proven to be successful. Jafar had been interviewed for the position of royal vizier 20 years ago. His eloquent charm, knowledge and intelligence had won Hamid over, despite coming from a poor background just like Aladdin and yet Aladdin wasn't able to be with Jasmine due to the law of having to marry a Prince.

Though if Aladdin had saved them all and had defeated Jafar could he have made an exception for him despite him not being of royal blood? He had also helped him break free of Jafar's hypnosis and show the man's true colours, the man who he had depended on for two decades. Jasmine glanced over at everyone's plates, immediately waiting for a moment to steal herself away from them all. When it seemed that they had all finished she was about to stand up when Jafar took her hand, a knowing smirk on his lips leaving Jasmine bewildered.

'I have a surprise for you, my dear.' He announced loudly while looking at her still. Jasmine became nervous at this, hoping that it wasn't more luxurious jewellery to show off to Aladdin. And besides she had been a Princess formally, golden necklaces, rings, bracelets didn't appeal to her as she was already used to them. Turning his attention to the doors he nodded towards the guards who nodded and motioned towards someone else outside the door, gesturing to them to come in. A large, white and orange striped tiger entered tugging along with him a very nervous servant with him, worried that the beast would turn on him at some point since being released from captivity in it's small, little cage.

As soon as Rajah had been turned back to his normal size he quickly went for the guards and servants but was just as quickly stopped by Jafar who wavered his magic over him, stopping him in his tracks, a muzzle over his mouth, a leash in one of the servants hands and a calming spell over him to settle the tiger. This still however didn't do anything to calm the servant's nerves. Jasmine blinked in surprise, unable to believe this was real.

'Rajah.' She exclaimed in happiness, a wide smile on her face. Immediately she ran over to him, hugging him close and petting his fur, annoyed at the muzzle over him but happy when he started purring at her touch, clearing having missed her very much.

'I thought perhaps you could do with some more company since 'Prince Ali' will be leaving us soon.' He explained, the mocking of Aladdin's false identity sent in his direction. 'Provided that he behaves himself and does not cause any disturbance in this Palace.' he finished, looking at Jasmine whom nodded in response.

'He will. Thank you.' She replied and walked towards the sorcerer, reached up and leaned in to kiss his cheek when Jafar turned and caught her lips instead, catching Jasmine a little off guard. She returned the kiss, keeping up the pretence that she had grown accustomed to the man. When she pulled away Jafar looked towards Aladdin and smirked widely with obvious joy.

'Since you have finished street rat I think it is now time we parted way, particularly you and Jasmine.' He remarked with a sneer. A flutter of red wings flew into the dining chambers, settling on Jafar's shoulders.

'Yeah goodbye see ya, finally.' He joined in, sneering as well. As soon as he noticed Rajah however his heart was beating faster, the tiger growling at him menacingly.

'Arrgh who let that beast out! ' he yelled and turned to face Jafar. 'Jafar what if he eats me!' The tall man chuckled at the bird's fear.

'Then I'm afraid that's a risk I'm willing to take.' He cackled and stroked his feathers while Iago glared at him. Aladdin made a tiny laugh at this and Iago now looked towards him.

'What are you laughing at, ya idiot!' he sqwaked.

Aladdin narrowed his brows but the second he placed his fork down magic shackles were suddenly on his wrists and feet, restraining him and refraining him from getting up. Jafar smiled in satisfaction, not wanting a repeat of the urchin's behaviour from his and Jasmine's wedding day celebration feast. And with a click of his fingers the two guards grabbed Aladdin and hauled him to his feet.

Pleased Jafar took Jasmine's hand and led them out of the dining chambers, Aladdin having to follow behind, leaving the former Sultan by himself, although at least there was Rajah here with him. Despite the fact that there was no way out of this Aladdin kept trying to pull apart the chains on the shackles as the guards pulled him along. Once in the throne room the five of them stood in front of the large main doors, the guards awaiting Jafar's orders.

'The sandstorm is over now boy, you may go home now.' Jafar explained. He couldn't have been more thrilled when Razoul informed him that the sandstorm was now gone, therefore there was no need for Aladdin to remain in the Palace. The sorcerer smirked and for the first time in a long while Razoul smirked in return. The captain of the guards now wore that same smirk on his face as he opened the doors, eagerly awaiting to get rid of him.

At last there would be no more distruption in the Palace, though unfortunately he couldn't say the same for outside in the marketplace. Really if he had his way Aladdin would be spending the rest of his days in the dungeon, revenge for all the times he'd evaded his capture throughout the years. But sadly the Sultana would not approve, which was the only reason that Jafar was keeping him alive in the first. Well that and showing off Jasmine as his wife now.

On several occasions throughout the years that the sorcerer had served the former Sultan Razoul had known him to visit the brothels in Agrabah like any other man to fulfil his needs, he'd even went with Jafar himself. Given his charm, tall height, red and black robes that practically spoke danger and his title of royal vizier, second only to the Sultan all the woman flocked to him like flies. No surprise really, he had more money than they ever could have and possessed a great deal of power and authority it was no wonder the many women there were determined to earn his favour, though it's not as if he would bring a commoner into the Palace.

And it would appear that since Jasmine was now a woman herself his sights were set on her and no-one else. He was also now the legal heir to the throne with Jasmine being the Princess. Aladdin turned his head towards Jasmine willing himself not to believe this would be the last time he would ever see her, he would find a way. Instinctively Jafar wrapped an arm around Jasmin's slender waist, while his other hand gripped her shoulder at seeing Aladdin pausing for a moment. Iago made gagging sound at his master and Jafar flicked him off his shoulder, sending him flying to the floor.

'Hey.' He shouted up at the man and Jafar shot a gratified smug smile at him and went back to Aladdin.

'I'm allowing you to live urchin despite the circumstances. Don't be so foolish as to throw it all away now.' Jafar reminded him and leaned down towards Jasmine's ear.

'Kiss me Jasmine.' He whispered while playing with the fabric of her robe. Jasmine stiffened, regretting her plan of wanting Aladdin to think that she and Jafar had been intimate. Slowly she turned and looked up at the man who was her husband, a haughty brow of his lifted in response. Swallowing her pride and resentment she reached up and pulled his head down, quickly locking lips, in a hurry to get it over with. Aladdin's eyes widened and jaw dropped at Jasmine being the one to initiate the kiss. Iago stuck his tongue out in disgust and flew off at seeing this.

'Why do I have to see this again.' He complained loudly as he took off through the sheer curtains and down the hallway.

Aladdin couldn't tear his eyes away from the scene in front of him. It was all true, had she really found happiness with Jafar in one night? Impossible, a sadist like him couldn't have been that good! Maybe she was under a spell, something that worried him even more since under a spell she wouldn't be able to know what she was doing, completely unaware of her actions as well as her thoughts, words and feelings. Knowing how twisted the sorcerer was he wouldn't put it past him to try to get Jasmine under his control. That had to be how Jasmine had enjoyed their night together, surely?

As Jasmine gripped Jafar's robe tightly with one hand and the other on his neck Jafar reached down and squeezed one of her rear cheeks. Jasmine let out a squeak of surprise against his mouth, a reminder of the night she had tried to offer herself to him. She had to bite back anger and tears at this humiliation. It was clear that Jafar was taking full advantage of the plan she herself had initiated and she loathed herself in this moment for thinking this was the best idea. Jafar slowly opened his eyes, enjoying the look on Aladdin's face as he squeezed Jasmine's backside again.

She felt sick as his hand caressed her flesh, hoping his other hand wouldn't follow suit. Suddenly his hands were on her waist, turning her slowly as he continued to kiss, her lips under his and his tongue inside her mouth. He groaned against her and the tightening of his hands implicated that she do the same. Jasmine wanted to back down at this point. It was one thing to have to do this when they had been alone, another in front of Aladdin. But it was too late to change her mind now as his tongue slid against hers and she forced out a moan from her own lips.

Aladdin gritted his teeth, wishing he could grab a hold of Jasmine. He thrashed against the guards, amusing Jafar when the kiss broke. Razoul's hand had clenched into a fist the whole time Jafar worked his lips and hands over Jasmine, wanting to free her as well. It was obvious Jafar never tired of putting on a show for the street rat near him. He just wanted to chuck the boy out so Jasmine didn't have to suffer this unbearable fiasco as much. Jafar pulled Jasmine into his chest with a grin.

'So long 'ex-Prince Ali.' He mocked and the guards dragged Aladdin away before he could retort. The second the doors shut Jasmine snatched herself away from him and quickly slapped Jafar as hard as she could across the face, not even caring if he struck her in response.

'How dare you!' she exclaimed and Razoul had to fight the urge to smirk when a large mark appeared on Jafar's face. Jafar rubbed his sore cheek and grabbed Jasmine's wrist with one hand and the other grabbed her hip. Jasmine gritted her teeth at him, not going to let him see her fear this time.

'You have to be more convincing in order to deceive your precious Aladdin.' He commented.

'No, you wanted to take advantage of this!' She spat back.

'And why wouldn't I? You said it yourself I hate the boy so I see now reason as to why I shouldn't make him suffer further.' He remarked.

'You're twisted.' She snarled. Jafar smirked and leaned in close, twirling strands of her thick hair around his slender fingers.

'And you are hard to resist.' He purred and let go of her hip only to slap her backside, causing Jasmine to yelp. He chuckled against her ear. 'Disobedience doesn't go unpunished.' He whispered before pulling away finally. Jasmine's cheeks burned red in rage at being treat like a child in front of the guards. Jafar was about to walk away when a thought came to mind.

'Although I wouldn't want you to be a good girl all the time, I rather enjoyed that.' He grinned and Jasmine fought the urge not to be sick right then and there. The sorcerer then walked away, cape billowing as he turned. When he left the room Jasmine growled in frustration, hands clenched into fists at her sides, her body shaking, the veins in her forehead ready to burst at any minute. Fortunately a large, calloused hand came upon her shoulder to quell her anger. She turned around to face Razoul, a look of concern on his face. She smiled a little, silently thanking him for his comfort.

'Is there anything I can do for you your highness?' he asked. Jasmine shook her head.

'No I'm fine.' She lied, her gaze cast down to the floor to blink back her tears that were threatening to fall. Razoul sighed, not believing a word from her. He placed his hand on her other shoulder but she pulled out of his hold, remembering the smirk he had on his face when Aladdin was near the door, her anger resurfacing.

'Your highness I apologize….

'For what? For being happy to see Aladdin go?!' Jasmine interrupted. Razoul cursed inwardly for allowing himself to do that when Jasmine was near.

'Forgive me Sultana Jasmine. I only thought you deserved better than him.' He explained.

'And why do you think that?' she questioned though she already guessed the reason.

'Well, he's a thief, a street rat.' He answered a little nervously.

'He isn't to me! He's sweet, funny, kind and thoughtful. Worthy than any of those Princes.' She retorted, pursuing her lips. 'He would have made a great Sultan.' Razoul sighed inwardly, not understanding how he was so different than any other street rat he'd encountered over the years. He wanted to tell Jasmine that she had no idea what it had been like running after the thief many times but he decided to keep his mouth shut, it would only make things worse.

'At the least there won't be any more trouble in the Palace.' He said instead. Jasmine frowned slightly. Even though his words rang true and she wouldn't have to plead with Jafar on his behalf anymore it still hurt that he was no longer in the Palace and back on the streets. Razoul really just wanted any reason to be free of him.

'Yes well, it seems you and Jafar both got what you wanted.' She huffed.

'You deserve better than him as well.' He put in.

'What does it matter, I'll be married to him forever.' She pointed out, hugging herself tightly.

'I would help you if I could your highness, you and your father. I wish for neither one of you to come to harm.' He stated truthfully. Jasmine looked up at the Captain of the guards.

'You can't get rid of Jafar any more than Aladdin.' She pointed out sadly.

'I could have tried to stop him before he became a sorcerer if I'd known what he was up to.' He pointed out grimly. 'But now it's too late and I have to obey his commands once more as he rules! Maybe I should have tried to look for the lamp myself.' He pondered and Jasmine grabbed his arms.

'No don't.' You don't need to sacrifice your life for me.' She pleaded, feeling a little guilty for shouting at him before, having no idea he was blaming himself too until now. First her father, now him. They didn't need to feel this way, Jafar had known what card to play and she had made her decision.

'I sacrificed myself to help everyone. You know the people's happiness comes before my own Razoul.' She reminded him. Razoul smiled all of a sudden.

'I believe Agrabah will prosper greatly with you as Queen, you care for your people as much as your mother did.' Jasmine couldn't help but crack a smile at this.

'Thank you.' She replied, grateful for his reassurance in this moment even though she didn't feel it in herself. And also not believing Jafar could make Agrabah any better. But at least she had her father, Rajah and the guards who were there for her. Hopefully in time she would be able to get the happy ending she wanted.


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