I don't own Aladdin. I loved this film as a kid, but I haven't written anything for Disney for a while.
Please tell me what you think.
From Rags to Riches.
While he was happy holding Jasmine in his arms and he felt his love for her grow even as he held her, and he was listening to the Sultan as he talked about his plans for marriage between his daughter and Aladdin, he couldn't help but feel bad.
He hadn't cared about what the kingdom or the city needed; he had only cared about once more seeing the beautiful and high-spirited girl who had been brave enough to leave the palace and head out into the real world of the streets before she had made the stupid mistake of grabbing that apple and handing it to that kid; Aladdin had been drawn to Jasmine from the moment he had seen her, but her real sympathy to the starving children had only attracted him more. It was extremely rare for him to meet people like that, especially on the streets where only the strong and the toughest survived. The fact they had gone so well together, and she had played along so well with that brother caring for a mad sister had worked, at least until Abu had bowed and all that stuff had come out of his waistcoat, and they'd had to escape before they were caught.
Maybe Genie was right, he thought to himself in annoyance, I should have told her the truth, instead of taking her on that magic carpet ride. In any case, she managed to make me make it slip, but what did I do? I only told more lies, and now she thinks I really am a prince. What if she finds out?
However, as soon as the last question popped into his mind, Aladdin knew it was only a matter of time before Jasmine found out he had lied to her all this time; he could dress like a prince, boast about being a prince like he had with Jafar as soon as he'd met the arrogant vizier who had shown he was more power-hungry than Aladdin had expected if he was willing to hypnotise the Sultan with the snake staff, but he was not a prince. He hadn't been raised in a palace; he had been brought up on the streets, and yet while he could play a role like one of the street magicians he knew sooner or later it would fall apart as it had earlier.
Jasmine had lost it when she had asked about Abu, and he'd foolishly said his monkey friend didn't like fireworks. At some point, he was going to be found out, and there was nothing he could do about it. Aladdin knew there was little doubt Jafar was aware of who he was and what he was - a lowly street rat - and even if he didn't, Jafar did not strike him as the type who would give up.
Jasmine moved happily in his arms, and Aladdin held her gently, instinctively pulling her towards him. The Sultan was still rambling on about his plans until Aladdin wanted nothing more than to shout at him to shut up so he could think about his immediate plans.
They had been so simple at first. He had wished to become a Prince and one that Jasmine wouldn't ditch as soon she spent a second in his company; the whole city was aware of Jasmine's dismissal of the princes her father had lined up for her as suitors; he didn't know what had made her do it in the first place, he hadn't wanted to ask, but when he had made the wish he had just wanted to be with the woman who had captured his heart even if he barely knew her despite their conversation which had focused on their different points of views; his own with his street-rat view of the palace, finally having a comfortable bed, a steady supply of food, servants and valets instead of living on the streets for a meagre living, forced to steal food and money just to live for another day, while she had been frustrated with how she couldn't go where she wanted and told how to dress although he had barely listened at the time.
But now he realised he had trapped himself. Aladdin could blame Genie, but it was his wish that had gotten him into this mess.
Trapped in a lie. He was trapped in a world he didn't know anything about. He didn't know how to be a prince, but the Sultan did, and Aladdin knew if he made a number of mistakes quickly, the Sultan would realise the truth. But Aladdin was hoping it didn't come to that. His princely appearance was down because of his wish which Genie had granted, but he knew there was no chance he'd have been able to get into the palace where he could be with Jasmine. He hadn't once expected this terrible guilt to trap him like this, stopping him from leaving, never mind tell Jasmine the truth.
Aladdin wanted to tell Jasmine the truth. By Allah, he wished he could confess now, with the Sultan here as well so the old man who seemed to be nothing like what he had imagined could hear the truth, but he couldn't. Aladdin wondered if he could even tell Jasmine the truth, and if he did, what would she do? She didn't like being lied to, and she wasn't the type of woman who would just accept something like this.
Here she was, wrapped up happily in his arms, and he knew if he told her truth she'd be heartbroken. But he would have to tell her the truth, and he knew it.
He was trapped in a lie; he had thought he would go from rags to riches by pretending to be a prince, but now he knew he truly loved Jasmine, Aladdin felt awful that he had essentially conned both her and her father.
And he couldn't see a way out without the result being awful.
He only hoped he could tell Jasmine and her father his way, without Jafar doing it for him. The only problem was he had no idea how he was going to tell her the truth without being thrown headfirst down the steps into the city.