Disclaimer: I do not own Aladdin or any of the character's they belong to Disney and co. Please R&R, I'd like to see if I should continue with this couple.
In the great hall of Agrabah, amid the sound of silver trumpets, a solemn procession carried the chosen gift of suit to the display pedestal where the diadem had rested. It was carefully set in place, and revealed with great respect.
Out of all the rich gifts of state that were presented for the Sultana's approval, gifts whose incalculable wealth showcased the treasuries and artistry of the nations whose leaders sought her hand, she had chosen a simple necklace, one that held a rare blue onyx, it was said to be one of only two in the world. The plate beneath it, by way of announcement, bore the name Mozenrath, Lord of the Black Sand.
During this meaningful and joyous ceremony, the Sultana, by custom was absent; at least she was not noticed, lying on her stomach on the floor of the grand balcony, looking down and watching it all from above with Mozenrath.
The bouquet of enchanted flowers he had presented her with earlier remained in the gazebo, opening a little more day by day, revealing petals of deeper blue with each new layer. The bouquet was held in stasis by his magic, and did not fade, remaining permanently suspended in glorious bloom. It was a true marvel, but one Jasmine did not feel the inclination to share with any other eye. 'Proof of being selfish.' she had told her chosen suitor, who had only smiled.
Jasmine had requested a simple dress, it had only enough train to brush the ground two or so feet behind her and left her shoulders bare to the sun. Despite the dress's seeming simplicity, the seamstresses of Agrabah had worked endlessly on it. They'd found a bolt of brushed silk, white with a gleaming blush undertone that touched off the sunrise coloring of Jasmine's golden skin perfectly. It was trimmed judiciously, sparingly, a sign of true craftsmanship, as Jasmine had to explain to her incredulous groom, who wondered rudely aloud why she was having an eighth fitting for this allegedly simple dress.
Mozenrath himself had been faced with a sartorial dilemma. Though the design of his wedding garment was easy enough to come by, he had been besieged with gifts from the various heads of state or political groups and fighting units, each an emblem or a symbol of his horrid status, pushed on him with the expectation that he would wear each of them at his wedding.
Jasmine had gone into a giggling fit as he indignantly displayed them, spread out on the vast meeting table of the great hall. The table was over twenty feet in length, and every inch of it was covered with some sort of item he needed to exhibit somewhere on his person.
"You'd better start eating; you'll need to add to your size ten times over" she laughed, her eyes taking in the hundreds of hats, daggers, staves, ceremonial swords, crowns, and codpieces littering the table. "This gift is my very favorite" Jasmine said, lifting a hideous Nain mask. "Do they really wear these things in battle?"
"Yes, and worse." He looked around the table and sighed in dismay "I'll look ridiculous if I wear any of these emblems, my flower. If I wear some of them, I risk offending anyone whose symbol I didn't choose. And if I wear none of them, I will offend everyone. What am I going to do? Is it too late to elope?"
"We did that already, remember? This is just the official ceremony; you and I already did the important one alone" she smiled at him, hoping to ease his distress "Here, I'll take care of it. Let's sort through these things together, and you can tell me who they're from and what they represent"
A month later, on the morning before the wedding rehearsal, she presented him with a velvet-covered box. In the box was a segmented necklace of state, a chain-like series of uniformed pieces wrought in red gold, joined together to a length that would drape around the neck and shoulders, inlaid with the symbols of each of the groups that had presented him with emblems to wear. Even the hideous war mask of the Nain had been painstakingly rendered in tiny gems and enameled scrolling on one of the small segments. "As with everything you do, it's perfect" he said, drawing her close to him.
The city of Agrabah had been decorated in the traditional manner for the wedding, with bells, wind chimes, and ribbons tied with thousands of crystals. As a result, the city and palace was bathed in colored light, casting a rainbow glow on the setting and, eventually the guests.
And, as improbable as it was, the morning of the wedding the grounds and gardens bloomed in a vast scarlet carpet of winter flowers, a gift from a Genie, that slept, safe now, in the arms of freedom.
Her chambermaids sat on the bed behind her, plating pearls into her hair and looking disconcerting every time she moved. Jasmine rose. Her hair had been intricately braided in tiny patterns, pulled back off her face, but hung in a long fall down her back, sectioned intermittently with tiny white flowers and sprigs of rosemary for wisdom.
She was helped into her wedding gown, finally after many adjustments, the Sultana stood erect and turned, and the attendants stepped back in awe. They had not believed anything could make the woman anymore beautiful than what she was, but they were wrong. Wether the enchantment came from the perfect dress, gleaming white with a hint of blush rose shining through, or from the look of happiness that shone in the brides eyes.
Jasmine was escorted down the aisle on the arms of her most trusted captain of the guard, Razoul. The Sultana's face going to take on the same glow as Mozenrath's as they pledged their union.
The wedding, by royal standards was a small one, though a bit strange, there was something charming about the ceremony. The way Jasmine looked at Mozenrath made it impossible for everyone gathered to take their eyes off her. The expression on her face was unguarded, and was fixed in the aspect of a woman utterly in love and consummately happy. The bells in the tower overhead pealed in celebration when the pair were united in a kiss.
The Sultan and Sultana had taken immediately to the floor, to be joined by hundreds of their guests, and now, hours later, the city still rang with the glad sound of celebrating people moving gracefully to the rhythmic strains of the music.
As the first star appeared it was greeted by a chorus of song, then by a tempest of fireworks lighting the heavens around it. Mozenrath watched the display from the top of the palace, his beautiful, finally official wife leaning on his shoulder and watching the sky with him.
"You know, I've decided something" he said as he leaned over and kissed her. "What is that?" she asked him. "The only way I intend to watch the stars from now on is by seeing them reflected in your eyes" He kissed her again as a shower of sparks went up, lighting her face and gleaming in her hair.
"As you wish" The clamor from down below and in the city grew; the wedding guests were growing impatient, waiting for the next round of toasting and music. Jasmine sighed, "How much longer is this suppose to go on? We've been celebrating all day"
Mozenrath stood and pulled her up with him. "The nice thing about being in charge is that you get to say when you can leave" he said, smiling down at her and remembering a certain rose-petal-strewn bed waiting for them."Let's go drink to our collective happiness, and then depart to start experiencing some of our own. Does that sound good to you"
"Very good." Above them a golden shower of sparks ignited, brightening the darkness, to fall a moment later, slowly, drifting to earth on the warm wind. Jasmine put out her hands with childlike delight and tried to catch some as they fell; tiny star-like embers coming to rest in her palms, gleaming between her fingers, unable to be scorched as his magic coated her skin. The light sparkled brilliantly on the diamonds of her wedding ring.
He waited with her, smiling, as the tiny lights gleamed brightly in her hands before burning out. She turned to him and saw the last few floating sparks reflected in the deep chasm of his eyes; then reached up and kissed him, setting off a roar of applause from below. "Life is what it is" she whispered to him.
"And I am grateful for what it is" he answered, smiling. They hurried through the palace, hand in hand in the starry darkness, running excitedly to begin the rest of their lives.
Author's Note: The end. Thank you to my faithful reviewers who have stuck with me in seeing the completion of this wonderful story. I appreciate the comments. I might make a sequel, or I might just stick to One-Shots into the lives of Jasmine and Mozenrath. You'll have to wait and see! Until then, thank you all again for being so supportive, I know this story isn't that long, but I felt this was a good place to end it.