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ﺶO Espírito do Deserto ﻀ

Last Time: "But then I suppose we could always say I'm some lost princess. What, with my wonderful looks and all." She mocked Jafar while he began to ponder her suggest of irony. "Exactly..."

Chapter III. Assinatura

She stared at him incredulously. Surely the creature before her could not possibly be serious about what he was agreeing to.

Jafar looked back at her and then he changed his mind abruptly – there was no way in hell that they could possibly get away with such a stunt. "Never mind…such a proposal could not possibly be placed into action," He took in her distraught appearance prejudicially. "Especially considering the type of…persona that would be presenting thereself into the Palace."

Jadé found herself dangerously narrowing her eyes at the obvious insult Jafar had thrown at her. "And exactly what type of persona is worthy within your personal caste system?"

"Please," He snorted haughtily, "even if the bluff was believable, once you open your mouth it will become certain that you are most indeed not royalty." Jafar raised an eyebrow as the girl gave him a look that resembled something to disappointment.

"Simply because I live in the desert and I wear these rags, does not mean that whatever I speak will be a bunch of incoherent ignorance." Jadé smirked at him knowingly. "You overestimate far too much."

He thought to himself a moment and if it were true what she begged to differ from him than perhaps this little scheme was still doable. But even then it annoyed him to no end that whether any of it worked or not, was mainly dependent on her and if it was something that Jafar despised was depending on others.
"Very well…If you believe that you are capable of playing the role of "lost princess" than I will not object to your proposition-"

More like you don't have many other options, thought Jadé to herself. Jafar was evidently a man with greater sense pride than that of a sense willing to acknowledge.

"-and after I get my revenge then I will give you your wishes. I believe this is the closure of our agreement…?" The question was supposed to be rhetoric in any case.

Scowling at this point and closing her eyes to speak she argued her case. "No, I'm sorry this definitely does not bring us to the end of our negotiations," She stated swiftly while using her thumb and index finger to rub her forehead as if to console a headache. "You see, it doesn't work that way precisely – I will help you with half of your revenge plot and then I will get a wish. Finally, when I finish helping you with your revenge entirely, I get my last two wishes."

Jafar stared. "What?"

Jadé was neither stupid nor naive contrary to what Jafar may have believed. She had grown up among merchant men whose lives thrived on the business of mutual convenience. Her uncle always said she would have made a shrewd businessman had she been born a boy.

She now looked at Jafar's bewildered expression. "You do understand, correct? It's a form of insurance…" Jadé noticed that Jafar was now looking slightly more agitated. "In case you decide I'm of no longer use for your purpose."

"Very well," Agreed Jafar through clenched teeth (evidence that he wasn't all that enthusiastic about her so-called 'insurance') while he magically appeared a scroll that enlisted the conditions of their accord which also included his signature at bottom alongside an empty space meant for Jadé to sign.

Taking the enchanted pen that Jafar had now made appear, she signed the space below the contract and quickly snatched the scroll before Jafar could make it disappear. "I think I will be taking this just incase you can't make it reappear again…"

He eyed her unimpressed. "Suit yourself woman, after all, as long as I am a genie you continue to be my master and I your obedient slave."

"I will assure myself of that within due time. Till then…" She pressed the scroll closer to herself. "I would prefer caution."

"You are quite shrewd…" stated Jafar, "for a woman that is."

Jadé gave a shadow of a smile. "Traveling among a caravan does rub off some of the business dealings. Speaking of which, before we leave to place our plan into action, I'd like to cite my farewells before we leave for the city."

A/N: What can I say? Oh yes, I'm not dead and I do plan to continue this story. Reviews will be appreciated as well.