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Mozenrath had been wandering aimlessly among the crowded streets of a neighboring Kingdom's bazaar, glancing occasionally at the stalls that held his interest, usually a small trinket of splendor or some other item just as equally magnificent, thinking them beautiful but not what he wanted
He had just passed one of the few remaining stalls when the waning sun caught on something, the vendor's owner a rather voluptuous lady gave a predatory smile, beckoned him nearer with a wave of her hand. He held his breath as he leaned closer, catching an unpleasant odor from the women in front of him, it looked to him that she had not bathed in a while. The stall reeked of stale perfume, little bags of sweet sand confirming what his nose had already told him.
With this he held his head aloft ever the arrogant Sorcerer, about to turn away when it happened again, a flicker of color at the corner of his vision. He ignored the babbling old women in favor of turning aside one tarnished looking gold bracelet to reveal the object of his curiosity. The necklace was simple enough, softened leather tinted by dye until it shown a deep blue, a rare cerulean onyx attached to the middle, glinting in the sunlight, sparkling brilliantly.
He plucked the piece of finery from the sea of other baubles, snatching it up in his hand and weighing it in his palm, finding it surprisingly heavy for such a fragile looking ornament of feminine delight. The Lady went into hysterics then, raving mad about how the necklace had dated back centuries and adorned the throats of the most beautiful women in history, and such a handsome man would be lucky enough to acquire such a piece for their collection.
A quirk of an eyebrow and a sneer had taken refuge on his face, the women was obviously lying to him in hopes of making a greater profit. His brows darkened with his anger, simmering just under the skin as she moved to take it from his hands and in the process bringing that vile scent of rotting food and uncleanliness closer to his person. The hand that was ever sheathed in the gauntlet tightened into a fist, the air of violence and the pain of death creating an almost palpable aura around him, thickening as his rage only grew.
The lady, not as stupid as she appeared stopped in her approach, a faint sheen of sweat going to coat her forehead as she double tracked quickly, ducking behind her stall once more. A smile painted her face and a stutter crept into her voice, "A-A gift for the gentlemen then, surely you have someone of importance that you've searched the whole street for and what better victory then to receive such a prize for f-free." sweating profusely she grabbed a soiled handkerchief and attempted to dab the perspiration from her many folds, her chin wobbling in tandem to her fiercely beating heart as she looked on in barely concealed fear.
He paused, the tension coiled tightly in his shoulders seemed to have lessen at that statement and he scoffed, "This bauble isn't worth the price even you paid for it, but I'll take it anyway seeing as it's the best thing you have to offer compared to everything else on the cart." He turned around and strode down the same street he had come. A slight smirk lifted his lips as he chuckled quietly to himself, it was always fun to play with people's fear and twist it until he got what he wanted. That aspect of him hadn't changed.
Night had just begun to settle upon his Citadel when he reached the outer cloister of his domain, undead servants shuffling around in as much a frenzy as something rotted and animated could muster. He swept through the great doors, held open to him by grotesque hands that had chunks of flesh stripped away and gleaming bone sticking out.
Jasmine was already waiting for him inside, a flash of concern she'd never voice lingered in her eye's as she took him in, greeting him warmly "Good evening, Mozenrath." her voice rising in pitch at the name, for the single purpose of catching his attention.
It worked well enough, the Sorcerer looked up just as he was passing the main entrance to the great hall, footfalls slowed and came to a halt in front of the girl, a small smile at the evident worry he had left her with when he returned later then expected.
"Good evening, my Flower" a slight sweep of his eye's and he took in her attire for tonight. She had foregone the usual provocative costume in favor of a more classy but equally attractive look.
The Sultana was dressed in a gown of azure silk, fitted at the waist and sleeves before flaring into a full skirt. Her hair was delicately woven in the front into patterns resembling tiny flowers, front tresses pulled back to expose her exquisite face. The remainder was swept into a soft coil at the back of her head, secured with a pin that contained the sand-grain-sized pieces of a Sapphire.
He paused, drinking in her form with plain admiration and appreciation of something the world had deemed beautiful, not just in appearance as the Sultana was known in her Kingdom for her kindness and generosity. In secret he had watched Agrabah, as a people, fall under Jasmine's spell, becoming totally enchanted with one look at her, or one spoken word. The women inspired love and longing wherever she went.
He went to her then, a hand at her elbow and ushered her into the great hall were a small feast laid in wait for the two rulers. Ever the gentleman in the presence of his lady he pulled her chair from the table and pushed it in for her as she sat down. With all the pomp and ceremony he could muster he cut a sliver of the succulent looking spiced duck for her, setting it onto her plate. Pouring the wine next, two goblets full of the red liquid, brandishing his in a silent toast to which she returned, smirking inwardly as he heard the distinct gurgle of hunger from her stomach.
"I take it you were in court the entire day and forgot to eat again?" he said as smoothly as he could before taking a bite of the duck on his plate, savoring the sweet yet tangy flavor of the tender meat on his tongue, washing it down with a sip of wine as he watched her over the rim of the glass.
A warm flush of heat suffused her cheeks turning them an attractive rosy hue before she took a bite of her own meal, appreciating the foreign delicacy for a moment before speaking, "Of course I've been in court all day, I have to oversee that Aladdin doesn't over step his bounds and decide to come back before negotiations between our two lands can be complete." She sighed then, a soft sound, her eye's lifting to his beseechingly "The people may have forgiven you for your past transgressions but it'll still take time to heal the rift you created. I am doing my best to convince them that the Kingdom deserves this union, but the masses are fickle and are undecided on the matter."
"Come." the simple command tempered as the Sorcerer stood, coming around to help her rise from her seat, half the portion of her dinner forgotten as he led her from the room into his chambers, the undead conspicuously absent from their usual posts outside his door, none the less she followed him in.
The hearth contained a roaring fire, that crackled as they stepped through the doorway, she going to seat herself upon a tall backed chair by the window. Moonlight filtered in through the open space, bathing her in it's rays, making her skin appear to sparkle with a supernatural glow, at the same time the light from the fire threw that look into contrast, she appeared for all the world a goddess not bound to this world of mortal flesh.
He came to her, a small box in his hand, kneeling he placed it in her opened palm, staring up at her with a look of heat in his eye's, causing them to glitter darkly. "Let us not speak of the street-rat and spoil this, I have something for you, my dearest." she took the box with care, glancing from him to it before lifting the lid and carefully pulling the piece of jewelry out from beneath the protective cover of soft cloth.
Jasmine viewed the necklace as exquisite, surprised at the gift but more so that he had actually put some care into picking it out. The light caught on the jewel at it's heart, causing it to sparkle brilliantly, she turned it this way and that admiring the masterpiece for a long moment before a dazzling smile broke over her face, "Thank you, it is beautiful, truly."
He allowed a smile at her words, "Nothing can compare to you, my Flower. This is but a token on my part, a symbol of what is to come between us." standing he took the necklace from her hand, beckoning her to him and as she obliged he turned her to the fire. A small mirror reflecting on the wall as it showed him clasping the necklace around her throat, it rested just above her breasts, to lay upon the soft skin as if it belonged there.
She turned about in his hold then, arms thrown about his neck as she tilted her head up in a silent bid for his attention. He let her view a rare smile then, leaning down to capture her lips in a kiss, fingers undoing the lace at the back of the dress, letting it pool at her feet before he backed them into his bed.
A soft sound of longing escaped her lips as she stepped out of the dress and fell back upon the silk, her own hands roaming his body, tugging the white linen shirt from him, as she took to task of undoing the laces at his specially tailored pants.
Once free of clothing they stared at each other, an underline of violence and passion colliding with one another, eye's darkening as the feeling took root. A sharp hiss of breath left him as her nails drove paths down his back, staining the pearl-white flesh with crimson tracks. He leaned down, lips crushing hers in another heated kiss as his tongue came out to dominate hers, muscles roiling with unspoken need.
Their bodies quickly melded together, finding a practiced rhythm, ending in a blaze of ecstasy neither could live without, fused at the hips, him deep inside of her, the pounding of blood in her ears as she came down from the high. The simple act of making love steeped the passion that coiled in the pit of his heart.
The night grew long as he worshipped her body with unspoken words, loving her as best he knew how, still that under current of violence bled out in his movements as hard as he tried, he couldn't forget who he was, what he was, even in this most tender of moments.
She accepted it, finding the pull of sleep, sated and content even as he laid possessive hands on her, a whispered "Stay with me, till morning." curled in his arms, back pressed flush against his chest she merely nodded, eye's finding his in the darkness for a brief moment before closing in sleep.
Author's Note: Thank you to the three reviewers Liliesandroses, MyahLyah, and Jasmineraja the third chapter was difficult to write, but I finished it and am working on the fourth. As to the question of what happened to Aladdin, that will be answered hopefully in the next chapter. I touched upon it in this one but all has not been explained, but will be in due time!