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To Sultana Esther's view, Amira was someone who needed someone to care for her. Of course she realized that things would be very difficult to do now that she and her husband had a child in their hands but to her, nothing was impossible. She was willing to do it and do it right. However, there was one thing that bothered her when she remembered that pained look that Amira had when asked about her parents. Could she have been possibly lost and didn't know the way? Esther did not want to believe that she had accidentally kidnapped this child from her parents. What would the people of Agrabah say about that? After all, ever since Esther bought Amira to the palace, she had not cried one bit. She smiled as she watched Amira finish the food on her plate and spoon in for seconds.

Quite the appetite this little one Esther smiled as she forked some food in her mouth. She felt the gentle hand of her husband as he bought it upon her hand and looked at her. She softly turned her head to him and smiled.

"Are you sure about this dearest?"

Esther cleaned her lips with the tablecloth and gently nodded her head to him. She did not utter a word, not when Amira was in the room. She did not want to give this child the impression that they did not want her here for Esther herself did want her. "Later my dear," she smiled to her husband and patted his hand, reassuring him that they were going to have a discussion about this soon.

Just then, Amira let out a sigh as she leaned back against her chair and looked at her plate. "Too much food."

Esther chuckled as she took a sip of her wine from her goblet. "I see that you enjoyed yourself."

Amira enthusiastically nodded her head and smiled brightly to the Sultana and the Sultan as she folded her hands on her lap and looked at the both of them, as if waiting for them to finish their food or having them tell her what else to do. Just then, her eyes began to travel around the room that she was in, truly admiring everything from the drapes to the silken cloths, and the jewelry and decorations that surrounded the palace. However, there was one question that she was curious to know as she looked at the two adults in front of her. "Have you any kids?" her brown eyes shined at the question, hoping for a "yes."

Now we do Esther thought when Amira asked them such a question, but she knew that wash't the answer. She felt her husband gently squeeze her hand as she looked at him but then back at Amira. "No dear," she shook her head to her.

"Oh," Amira was crestfallen, "that's too bad. I have a brother and sister."

At this, Esther's eyes grew wide. So she still had family out there and she had taken her away from them. She rested her elbow on the table and her and the tips of her fingers as she mentally cursed herself for doing such a deed.

"But now..." Amira shook her head and swallowed, "they're gone."

Esther softly blinked at those last words. "Where have they gone to dear?" Maybe they had left home but were still in Agrabah. Esther wanted to make sure about this.

Amira looked down at her hands again, avoiding their eyes for a mere few seconds. "Th-These men came into our house..." she bit her tongue and still avoided their eyes as Esther and the Sultan looked at her in horror and curiosity as Amira continued her tale.

It had been two days after the incident that Amira had run away from home and was on the streets of Agrabah. She remembered her brother, sister, mother, and father together in their home. Her mother busy cooking whilst Amira happily played with her brother and sister.

Her father was out in the streets of Agrabah selling fresh fruit to the citizens of Agrabah. He was in the best of moods as he had made plenty of sales on the fresh fruits that he sold, making enough money to support his family. Closing up his bazaar for the night, he took his bag of coins that he had made and was walking home in the moonlight. His home was not very far from where he was, but he did not notice a shadow lurking behind him, following him home.

The moment Amira's father walked into the door, he got his usual greeting from his wife and children. He set the bag of coins on the table right by the doorway and joined his family for dinner. The moment that he sat down and lifted his fork to eat, their home was suddenly raided.

A group of four men, three carrying swords entered within their home taking every item that they sought was valuable. Amira's father had his arms wrapped around the bag of coins, protecting them from the thieves but his attempts were futile against them. Amira's mother was screaming and protecting them from the thieves. Before Amira knew it, her mother let out a scream when she saw her husband speared with one of the thief's swords.

Amira's eyes widened at what she saw, tears escaping her eyes and anger boiling through her veins. "FATHER NO!" she tried to run, but was held back by her mother. They couldn't stay in the house. Her mother gave Amira, her brother, and sister a strong push towards the door. The thieves looked at the three children heading towards the door but the mother immediately got in their way. She hoped that her distraction was enough for her children to escape for before she knew it, she felt a pain rush through her abdomen and everything turning black.

The leader of the thieves was enraged. With the children running through Agrabah, they were bound to tell someone what had happened and he did not want to face the consequences. With a growl, he turned to his men, "find those children and do away with them!"

With a nod of their heads, the thieves obeyed their leader's orders. Once out of sight, the leader turned his attention back to the bodies that lied upon the floor, his eyes mostly focused upon the male. He had a very long history with this man. Not only as a fellow citizen of Agrabah, but also as a brother by blood. Approaching him, the thief approached the body of his brother and sneered at it. "All this could have been avoided...brother...if you had never turned your back on me."

Just then, he heard a soft whimper as he turned around to see who it was. Hiding behind the curtains from the window was one of the unlucky children that had not managed to escape. Walking up to the curtains, he pulled them back and smiled maliciously to see who it was. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my niece Amira," he gland down at her.

Amira had no knowledge about this man nor why he would even call her his 'niece.' He had a very pudgy stature, truly husky around the stomach, and facial hair. Her father had never mentioned him to her before but now was not the time for her to start asking questions. She should have run out with her brother and sister when she had the chance. In one swift motion, she bolted for the doorway but slammed against the man, who claimed was her uncle, as he held her by the back of her shirt collar.

"Oh no," he shook his head as she squirmed in her grip, "you're not going anywhere!" He put his arm across her and held her tightly by the shoulder. Before he knew it, Amira clamped her teeth upon his hand. "YEOWCH!" the man yelled and released his grip on Amira as she bolted out the door. "You little brat get back here!" she heard his screams but she never looked back and ran as quickly as her feet could carry her.

Amira did her best to explain the event that she had gone through, as she finished by looking at both the Sultan and sultana. The two adults were speechless when Amira finished her story. Esther found it relieving that a mere child was able to escape from the clutches from such thieves and truly abysmal that the man who claimed was her uncle would do such a thing to his brother and family. Esther regretted asking Amira about where her siblings had run off to. She did not want Amira to relieve such a moment but now that it was all out, she felt a relief that she now knew. Even though there was an assumption that Amira still had a family member out there, she was not going to put her under the care of her uncle, not after what he had done.

She slowly shook her head and looked at Amira with a small, gentle smile. "You are safe here dear. Nothing will happen to you."

At her words, Amira nodded. She had trust to the sultana and she very much felt safe here. "But why did you bring me here?"

"We shall tell you all in good time my dear," Esther smiles to her. "You have had a bit of a rough morning. Take your mind off it. How about I show you the lovely garden that we have?"

At this, Amira's eyes widened and nodded her head. "Yes please."

"That's the spirit!" Esther smiled widely as she turned to look to her husband. "Are you coming dear?"

"Gladly," the Sultan smiled as he set his fork down on the plate and jumped off of his seat, following Amira and Esther as they headed out into the garden.