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The answer was a resounding no.

The Getzistan ambassador spoke to a generally approving audience, with his paunch hanging well over the top of his pants and the many golden decorations about his neck and arms, he cut a striking, (and respectable) figure in the palace halls. Ignoring the fact that this was not his palace, he seemed to act like it was.

Jasmine shook her head and tapped a finger on the table. "But surely in light of his many deeds around the desert this matter is worthy of more discussion before you make hasty statements."

Another ambassador from a lesser known province stood, taking time to curl an oily finger around his mustache. "We have taken your husbands actions into deep consideration before approaching you. We are grateful for Aladdin's heroic exploits, indeed we support your marriage and your decision to instate him permanently in the palace." Some of the others gathered nodded, albeit grudgingly. "But the facts remain the same. Aladdin was, is , and will always been a street rat. It is simply unacceptable to place a man with no experience in politics, economics, warfare…" he threw his hands in the air. "He is a great hero, but he has no knowledge of the ways of trade and commerce. These are needed to hold a stable kingdom."

"And what of his Eastern trades, he brought back imported silks and spices for prices that barely scraped our treasuries. He's fostered relationships with kingdoms that have been strictly insular for decades." Jasmine was fighting desperately for her love, but after a solid week of crossfire she was running out of options. "If it weren't for him we would have no secure passage with Quirkistan or Odiferous, no to mention his securing of the trade routs through the West."

"Once again, all due to his heroics." The paunchy man yelled again. "He swoops in, battles the monster, saves the kingdom, they are instantly grateful and of course show a certain biased when he makes requests on Agrabah's behalf."

One who hadn't spoken, a tall, lanky fellow of dark complexion rose and added his objection. "Not every kingdom has a monster to be destroyed. In fact, there are rumors that the plethora of creatures and Aladdin's 'coincidental' appearance are linked."

Jasmine snapped her head around, casting a dark glare few had ever seen. "Are you suggesting that Agrabah is sabotaging other kingdoms in favor of a better business?"

"I am not making the suggestion, none the less, it has been made." He said smoothly. "After all you do have a Genie in your companionship and such a thing would not be a difficult task fro one so powerful to…"

Jasmine slammed her hands down on the wood, standing to face them all. Automatically they all stood, following protocol for royalty. It was hard for her to look intimidating to a room full of men, most of which towered over her by at least six inches, but she accomplished it well. "I have had enough. I chose Aladdin because I fell in love with him, I will always be in love with him. He has been undergoing classes every day since my father became ill in order to become more accepted by our 'high and mighty' society. He may not be ready to ascend the throne yet but the day is not far off gentlemen. I am the Sultana, and he will be my Sultan."

The ambassadors looked gravely at one another. "Than this is war."

Jasmine covered her shock by raising an eyebrow. "War. Isn't that jumping the boat just a bit easily?"

One by one they all shook their heads. "If you are too infatuated with this young urchin to give your duties proper attention, then you are no longer fit to rule this kingdom. Agrabah is a center of commerce for the Kingdom of the Seven deserts, should it fall into disarray, we would lose not only profit but security as well." He was referring to Agrabah's position by the sea, securing the deserts from invasion on one side.

"Perhaps…" One of them interrupted. "Perhaps we can see how Aladdin has progressed. If he could prove himself a ruler of substance, versed in all necessities, we could see him as a member of your council or another position. Your father did intend to have him stated as Royal Vasir did he not?"

"He did." Jasmine bit her lip, Aladdin was progressing quickly, in fact he seemed to have a knack for politics once he learned to suppress his careless commentary towards bluebloods. But he was still not ready to prove these skills. Besides, there was still other things to consider.

"Perhaps we need not let this end in bloodshed." The commenter smiled. "If you and your spouse could prove that he is fully capable of holding the throne both in economics and in times of crisis, we could reconvene and see how best to solve this problem. There is an old law that says something to this effect."

"I remember." Jasmine whispered. It was a law that went back to the founding of the seven deserts, in order to see that society remained on the whole unchanged. In the system of monarchy, something as common place as a coup could destroy a city, and begin as isolated as they were in the middle of the desert, every city had to depend on one another for survival. The fall of one could destroy them all.

"The law states that in the case of one of unacceptable lineage, that is to say…untraceable linage, is to place him or herself on the throne, the Seven Desert rulers shall find him acceptable only if he is to remove and control an element which could be deemed dangerous to our survival."

"Destroy an enemy war fleet, dispatch an evil tyrant…" The dark ambassador waved his hand. "Any of these are acceptable. His current acts of heroism do not count, they were a danger to one city or another, but not a danger to the Seven Deserts."

"I understand." Jasmine rubbed her head and thought for a moment. "Gentleman, I ask you to hold your call of war for one month. If within this time Aladdin and I can not produce sufficient proof of our firm and capable hold over Agrabah and it's resources…" she sighed. "I will abdicate the throne and present it to one who will rule it better."

It was obvious the statement came as a shock, but the men bowed their heads and accepted it as an official decree. She was after all brought up with the ideas of a true Sultana. The kingdom and it's people always came first. The very essence of keeping a kingdom flowing was in the happiness and contentment of it's populace. If her being on the throne would cause such strife, it was not worth the sacrifice to allow it. Jasmine was a true Queen, no matter what else could be said of her.

The nobles and emissaries left the council room and Jasmine discarded her showy mantle, hurrying off to find Aladdin. She discovered him in the library, thumbing through book after book of Agrabah's laws and history with obvious enjoyment. She smiled, he was so handsome in regal attire, cream colored pantaloons with a deep blue top trimmed in gold. He wore a medallion around his neck, showing that he was soon to take the throne if the Sultan died, something that was no far off. Jasmine's father was of quickly deteriorating health and confined to his bedchambers. All duties had been turned over to Jasmine's capable hands.

Aladdin noticed his wife and smiled. "Come over here." He said, pointing to a dusty tomb of knowledge. "Did you know that if in the case if livestock the party of the second part and the part of the third part do not agree, the party of the first part has right to seize all animals in half of the fields?"

She chuckled. "That was back when most of Agrabah's farms were worked by serfs or conquered peoples. It was the royalties was of making such fights didn't break out amongst oppositions that could fuel rebellion." Jasmine leaned into him, taking comfort from his warm arms. "Aladdin…"

"It didn't go well did it?" he whispered and tried to shrug it off. "Aw Jasmine who cares about some stupid old fogies. I don't need the throne, just you."

"Yes but there are other things to consider. There are traditions that as far as the Seven Deserts are concerned they may as well be divine law. And while you don't need the throne, what of our children. The linage of my father has ruled Agrabah for nearly four hundred years, an unbroken line of success from father to son. If you are not recognized as Sultan, our children will be nothing better than bastards, ignored by the Seven Deserts and Allah forbid we come to an early grave, they will be ineligible to have the throne. They aren't at all happy with a woman having hold on the throne, but they are willing to allow that rather than have a street rat there. No to mention a few other unacceptable things we've been taking for granted."

Aladdin raised a brow. "Like what?"

"For one thing you don't have a harem." Jasmine sighed. "I mean father had one even when he was with mother. Not so much for the sex as much as the status it brought."

"Okay fine we'll get a harem." Aladdin put down the book. "If that's all it's gonna take…"

"It's more than that. They aren't convinced you have the… aim to be a leader." She held him tight. "Part of ruling a country is doing so with one hand as soft as silk, and the other hard as iron. We have to prove to them you can show control as well as care."

"If it's control they want they should watch our bedroom activities." He brought her closer, running his lips over her ear. "I bought a lovely pair of restraints yesterday, maybe you'd like to go upstairs and slip into them."

A shiver ran up Jasmine's spine. "Mmmm. Sounds lovely." She rolled her neck around for him to nibble on. Suddenly an idea hit here…she grinned, almost evilly and turned around to face Aladdin. "I think…I may have an idea how to kill two birds with one stone."