Mr. Brightside
Aladdin watched as his wife primped herself at her vanity. He then turned his head away, knowing it was not for him that she was preparing. He knew that she snuck out once a week at the least. He knew that it was not to go to the garden, or even into the city.
She was going to see him.
She was going to see Mozenrath, that vile snake. No matter how much he hated it, Aladdin could do nothing. The people loved their princess and it would crush them to know that she was lying with someone whom they hated.
So all he could do is watch with jaded eyes as she gave him a smile and walked out the door.