"You're the only woman here to gets to marry."said Sirhane. "If the rest of us ever reached such luck, you'd never see us again. Oh, well, I can't complain. If I wasn't here, I'd be harvesting crops or something."

Jasmine didn't say anything as they prepared her.

"At least my father is much happier now."

"You see, I told you. You just had to choose someone, and…end to all the problems. You can tell me about it afterwards. You seem to have made the right choice. He does seem to like you."

"I guess so."said Jasmine, shrugging.

"Boy, I guess he'll be happy for the both of you, because you don't seem very enthusiastic yourself."

"You and I know why I'm doing this."

Genie had Aladdin ready in no time, of course, and even before he left the room, Genie had even grabbed him, taken a picture, and added it to his collection. Aladdin looked at it.

"Are you sure I look right?"he asked.

"Of course, Al."said Genie. "Now, you just walk down that aisle and smile."he said.

"Oh, right."

Jasmine tried not to look at the guests standing around her, smiling. She simply kept her eyes forward, and didn't allow herself to look around, or think about anything that could show on her face, as Sirhane told her.

"Just try to…well, not think about anything. Or just maybe about something happy. Try to think that you're making your father happy, yes. Just don't think about the boy in the marketplace. Please. It really wouldn't do for a princess to cry at her own wedding."

She noted with satisfaction that Jafar, the Grand Vizier looked particularly livid as his eyes moved between her and the prince. Well, at least some good is coming out of this. You'll pay, Jafar. But she tried to follow Sirhane's advice, and not let that show on her face.

Aladdin couldn't believe that he, a streetrat as everyone else called him, was standing here, in the Palace of Agrabah, and was now married to the princess herself, and they were being led to their room by one of the pages. As soon as the page closed the door behind them, and they were alone, Aladdin said to Jasmine, "I promise that I shall do everything that is in my power to see you happy, Jasmine."he promised.

"Would you?"she asked.

"Yes. Anything. Anything you want, you just ask."

"I want you to get rid of Jafar."she said.

Aladdin couldn't believe his ears.

"What? But I thought he was your father's Vizier."

"Your right. He was. If you dismiss immediately. I want you to give him his dismissal. But not before you have him put to the bastinado. And have the bastanji do their job. I'm sure they are creative enough to think of something special for him."

"Oh."

Aladdin certainly hadn't expected for her to ask him to dismiss the vizier, much less have him tortured or executed. But then, he could probably see her point. He wasn't very fond of the vizier himself. He had always gotten a bad impression of him.

"Very well, whatever you say. I never liked him much myself, and if it pleases you, then yes. Tomorrow first thing."

Jasmine was glad to hear that. At least something good came out of this marriage, if nothing else. That she was able to get rid of Jafar. As Aladdin went to kiss her, the satisfaction of even that seemed to draw off, as she realized just what she had overlooked. Of course, Sirhane wouldn't have thought of that. She was just one of the concubines, kept to entertain the Sultan whenever he wished, but that was something that rarely happened, as far back as she could remember. Whenever he tried to do that before the wedding she would simply draw away and say that it was not right that she should allow him to kiss her. Now she couldn't say anything. She had always wanted to kiss, true, but she wanted it to be for love, not out of duty, as mostly everything she had to do. But this was also her duty, now that she was married. And, she couldn't say anything, as the engagement had been long enough to get her used to the idea of being a wife.

"Was that it?"she asked later.

Aladdin was surprised to hear her say it.

"Wha-?"

"Well, was it?"

She had avoided his eyes the whole time.

Aladdin was very disappointed. It was true that he had had plenty of girlfriends before, but…ever since he saw her in the marketplace, he knew that she was…different from the other girls he had seen. Well, she is a virgin, he said to himself. But he'd bedded virgins before, and they certainly didn't act like that. Perhaps because she's a princess.

The next morning, he asked to speak to the Kislar Aghasi.

"What kind of…understanding did you give the princess before she married me?"he asked.

The Kislar's eyes widened in shock.

"The princess did not please Your Majesty?"he asked.

"I asked you first."

"Well, all the girls know what to expect when they are sent to the Sultan's bed."he said. "Shall Your Majesty wish to sleep with another girl?"

"NO!"he said, angrily.

"Perhaps she was a bit exhausted. After all, the princess doesn't usually spend such lively days, and it took a bit out of her."suggested the Kislar.

I hadn't thought of that, Aladdin said to himself.

"Yeah, maybe your right."he said, relaxing. "That must have been it. You can go now."he said, dismissing him with a wave of his hand.

The Kislar nodded, and walked out of the room. He couldn't reprimand Jasmine, after all, she was Sultana now. Perhaps it was because the new Sultan was much a bit difficult to please. Or maybe she was a little tired. She wasn't used to such exhausting days. That wasn't his problem, anyway. He had something else to attend to now, anyway. A new girl who had been captured by pirates it seemed, and by the looks of it, the new Sultan was a man with an insatiable appetite. He certainly looked like it. He looked at the figure at the guards had at their feet.

"Lift your veil."he instructed.

Leonarda obeyed, and she looked into the Kislar's face.

"Oh, very nice."he said, beginning to count some gold coins, and handed them to the gaurds who walked away.

"What am I doing here?"she asked.

He seemed confused by her question.

"I know nothing of scrubbing floors, cooking, or anything like that. But I can sew very well, and I can paint, and draw and…"she stopped helplessly.

"That is very well."he said. "You must certainly bathe, and they will give you something else to wear."

He summoned someone to take her to the hamman.

Bostanji torturers

Hamman bath