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CHAPTER ONE
Jafar brushed back the curtains with his long, skinny fingers and stared out at the sight before him through his gaunt and hollowed eyes. Jasmine was playing with her beloved feline Rajah. He clenched his fist and a fire lit in his eyes. If he could only get Princess Jasmine to marry him. Then HE would be the sultan, the overpowering monarch, with riches and power at his fingertips.
If only, if only...he thought to himself. He decided to try and convince her himself. The large double brass doors opened by themselves as the gangly figure marched through. He slinked over to the princess and sat next to her.
"Good evening, princess," he said. "How have you been?" She jerked suddenly, surprised at his presence.
"I'm fine, Jafar." She didn't bother to return his kindly question, knowing it was a false kindness, meant only for his own gain.
"The number of suitors is wearing thin...aren't you relieved?"
"I suppose so."
"But princess, you do realize that your birthday is...rapidly approaching?"
"I do."
"...and if the princess has not chosen a suitor by her birthday, then her fiancé shall be...the sultan's visor...why, that would be, me."
A look of disgust masked her delicate features.
"You have got to be joking." She rose to leave.
"Princess! Wait – ", he reached for his staff.
"Do not toy with me Jafar! Enough is enough! Stop trying to muscle your way in on the succession. You will not be Sultan ever, ever, ever!" She stormed away. Rajah growled at Jafar, lashed out at him, and followed his best friend into her quarters."
"Damnit!" Jafar yelled, kicking the stone fountain and then yelled from the pain. Howling, he jumped up and down, cradling his foot in his hands. He stormed out of the garden. She would be sorry for this, she would be so so sorry.
...Next, Jafar's Revenge Step One
CHAPTER ONE
Jafar brushed back the curtains with his long, skinny fingers and stared out at the sight before him through his gaunt and hollowed eyes. Jasmine was playing with her beloved feline Rajah. He clenched his fist and a fire lit in his eyes. If he could only get Princess Jasmine to marry him. Then HE would be the sultan, the overpowering monarch, with riches and power at his fingertips.
If only, if only...he thought to himself. He decided to try and convince her himself. The large double brass doors opened by themselves as the gangly figure marched through. He slinked over to the princess and sat next to her.
"Good evening, princess," he said. "How have you been?" She jerked suddenly, surprised at his presence.
"I'm fine, Jafar." She didn't bother to return his kindly question, knowing it was a false kindness, meant only for his own gain.
"The number of suitors is wearing thin...aren't you relieved?"
"I suppose so."
"But princess, you do realize that your birthday is...rapidly approaching?"
"I do."
"...and if the princess has not chosen a suitor by her birthday, then her fiancé shall be...the sultan's visor...why, that would be, me."
A look of disgust masked her delicate features.
"You have got to be joking." She rose to leave.
"Princess! Wait – ", he reached for his staff.
"Do not toy with me Jafar! Enough is enough! Stop trying to muscle your way in on the succession. You will not be Sultan ever, ever, ever!" She stormed away. Rajah growled at Jafar, lashed out at him, and followed his best friend into her quarters."
"Damnit!" Jafar yelled, kicking the stone fountain and then yelled from the pain. Howling, he jumped up and down, cradling his foot in his hands. He stormed out of the garden. She would be sorry for this, she would be so so sorry.
...Next, Jafar's Revenge Step One