Creon leaned back in his throne, his eyes on the double doors made of heavy gold before him. Within moments they opened to reveal a young couple. The two walked slowly in, approaching the throne cautiously.
He rose smiling broadly, "I'm glad you returned!"
He embraced his daughter, holding her for a moment. He knew that soon his little girl would be married and ruling the kingdom. He hoped that she had been taught well. His eyes fell on the young man she had entered with. A shiver ran through him. This boy had an air about him similar to the one Jafar exhibited. But that would mean power, a power that would be best kept within his kingdom.
He glanced at her daughter, she was the real problem. She had a mind of her own and if this marriage was not made soon she might back down. Once the princess was wed her husband took responsibility of her. And if he named Mozenrath, not Amaya, as his heir…
"Come! We have a wedding to plan!" he said, taking both their hands in his.
Amaya looked at her husband-to-be. She wondered if she could live with this. But it had made her father so happy. How could she not go through with it?
Jasmine nearly ran into the throne room. Her father looked at her smiling face, "What on earth, Jasmine?"
"Father, Amaya is getting married," she said excitedly. Aladdin, who just returned to the palace the night before, followed his fiancée in to the room.
"Who is Amaya?" he asked, looking from Jasmine to the Genie and then Abu.
"Amaya… that little brat!" Iago snapped, landing on the blue genie's shoulder.
"She was not a brat. She just liked to over feed you and then watch you try and fly," Sultan said with a laugh. Iago just ruffled his feathers.
"Amaya is one of my closest friends. Her father is a little… off… but her city-state is one of Agrabah's closest allies," Jasmine said, looking at Iago. She walked over Al and put her hand on his shoulder, "I think it's sweet that she is finally settling down with someone. She was as stubborn as me when it came to suitors."
"Well you remember how that turned out," he said with grin, leaning forward and gently kissing her lips.
"Oh please! There are children present! And by children I mean the immature monkey!" the bird, gagging at the sight.
"Hey!" Abu said, crossing his arms and glaring at the bird.
"We should go early so I can speak with King Creon. It has been ages since we saw one another," Sultan said. He clapped his hands together, heading for the door, "This will be so exciting."
"Aladdin," Jasmine said, looking worried once her father had left, "Is Mozenrath still alive?"
"He's powerless, we took the gauntlet and it's locked up safe and sound. Why do you ask?" he said, wrapping his arm around her waist. She could feel him shake a little as she let her head fall onto his shoulder.
"No reason," she said, forcing a smile. But in her head she remembered a bargain made long ago. It didn't matter who she married, long as she was the heir; and as long as Mozenrath had no power.
"Jas…" Genie started, hovering closer.
"Is she marrying Jafar Jr.?! Oh that's a riot!" Iago said, laughing until he was flicked from the Genie's shoulder.
"What?" Aladdin said, his eyes snapping to Jasmine again, "What is he talking about?"
"She was engaged to Mozenrath. It was some deal between Creon and Destane. I don't know what ever became of it… I'm sure it is nothing. We will just need to keep our eye on Edom," she said quietly. It would not do to have anyone hear what they were saying. It sounded as if they were plotting a rebellion.
"If it comes down to Mozenrath's iron rule or Agrabah's freedom we will handle it. Don't worry Jasmine, Genie, Carpet, and I will make sure you, your father, and the city-state is safe," Aladdin said gently as he could. He swept a couple loose strands of hair behind her ear and leaned forward, lightly brushing his lips against hers again.
"Just promise me not to hurt Amaya," she said, shaking her head. Amaya had always blindly followed her father, how could the two princesses ever fight so badly that one would wish to harm the other.
"Alright, I promise."
"And how do you know he's powerless?" asked Jasmine after a moment, stepping back and crossing her arms.
"Well… You see… We… We kinda… stole the gauntlet…" Aladdin stuttered, trying to pass off an innocent grin.
"You what!? Where is it? Is it safe?" she asked, her eyes wide.
"Of course! Genie," he said turning to his big blue friend.
The genie poofed a box into the air, around it were four or five chains securely locked in the center.
"See, safe and sound, miss," said Genie, turning into a soldier with a gun over his shoulder.
"Alright, if you boys have this under control," she said, though her confidence didn't seem to be behind her words. She kissed Al's check one last time before heading out the doors to choose a gift for her fellow princess.
