(A/N: Hey guys! I was on vacation… But I'm back now!)

Amaya stood on the balcony watching as the caravan from Agrabah entered through the gates. Beside Mozenrath grinned, he would take joy from watching Aladdin having to be civil towards him.

"I have a business proposition for you…" he began, touching her arm. She jerked away, but saw only a glimmer of laughter in the man's eyes as she turned.

"And what is that? I hand over my kingdom all prettily and you let me live in the streets instead of killing me? Or would you turn me into a mamluk like you did our master?" she said coldly.

"Ah dear, dear Destane… He would of just been trouble had I let him be free… and it wouldn't have been as much fun to just kill him. But no that is not the deal, you see your people love you. You, therefore, must remain alive for at least a while," Mozenrath said, laughing at Amaya's stiffened posture. "But if we took another city. Made it ours, yet keep it under my sole rule… I might be convinced to let you have this one all to yourself…"

She glanced at the gate, then back at the sorcerer. Her eyes turned cold but… His alliance would keep the people safe and if he had another city to manipulate to his pleasure then perhaps she would be left alone too.

"What is the catch, sir," she asked coolly, leaning back against the rail.

"Simply that you do not question me if I summon you, do as I ask, whatever I ask… You will be safe, your people will be safe… and I still have power over two kingdoms," he said with a grin. He wouldn't stop at only two but appearing too ambitious might spark her curiosity to quickly. If he was to use her war-ready army to take vengeance on that street rat then he need her to play along like a good like pawn.

Somewhere inside he laughed, the quickest way to get and keep control was through her heart. He could almost see that pretty little face, tears streaming down, as he took the last kingdom standing… hers.

"Alright, you have a deal. But you lay one finger on my people or me and you will wish that Destane had been the one to kill you," she said, ice hanging on every word.

"Of course… and not a word to anyone?" he asked, trying to appear disinterested now.

"Not a word," she swore, turning to leave. He caught her hand, kissing the back of it gently with a sly smile.

Mozenrath watch Amaya quickly exit the room. She wouldn't even be a challenge…

Amaya leaning against the wall, arms wrapped around her waist. Silently she swore to harden herself. He wasn't going to win her this easily. Not until she knew what his real plan was… She shivered, wondering why she felt like someone had set fire to the outer walls guarding her heart.