Don't own Danny Phantom or Aladdin.
Once back in the palace, Samantha sulked as her father rebuked her for running away
"so foolishly! And furthermore…"
Vladimir crept silently into the room and Samantha met his gaze evenly. "You." She hissed vehemently.
Vladimir seemed shocked at her tone, then continued walking to address the Sultan. "My liege."
"Oh, Vladimir! How nice to see you! Didn't hear you come in. Samantha," he turned his gaze to her again. "Return to your room. Your punishment shall be decided shortly."
"Yes, Father." She replied meekly. She knew better than to argue with him in his "politician mode". She would have to confront Vladimir tomorrow.
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In the depths of his prison cell, Danerik was chained up with the other four teens along a bleak and otherwise empty stone wall. Star had fallen asleep, and both Quan and Mikus were nursing wounds, leaving Danerik and Valerie to stare into space, possibly wondering how (and if) they were going to escape. After the sunlight had disappeared from the small window in their cell, and the sounds of the city faded into night, eventually the cell door clanged open and woke the five. In various states of consciousness, they all turned to look at the intruder. Vladimir, hesitant to soil his royal robes, approached the wall and held himself regally despite their ignorance.
No girls, too likely to faint at crucial moments. Same for the skinny, weakling child there. The big one could be useful…but brains and brawn rarely mix. He needs to have some intelligence. Pacing silently up and down the wall, examining them all, Vladimir paused and stepped away from the wall to look at all of them. His eyes finally landed on Danerik, Well…this child looks promising.
"What is your name, boy?"
"Nothing I'll ever tell you." Danerik winced internally at his pathetic rebellion; but then again, he couldn't do that much chained to a wall.
"You will pay for your insolence." Turning, Vlad faced Starella at the end of the line. "You, girl, will become Lady Paulina's handmaiden. Boy, you will be sent to work with the scribes, and you there will be sent to work in the quarries to the south."
"But-"
"You will be sent to work in the orphan home where you belong, and you…"
"What?"
"You shall become my personal servant. Guard!"
"Everything will be arranged, sir."
"Good. Have my horse and another saddled by midnight."
"Yes, sir."
Two other guards began leading the other teens out of the cell and up the dungeon stairs to await their assignments. When they were alone, Vladimir unchained Danerik from the wall and stared into his eyes, smiling evilly.
"You'll do. Come along."
"No!"
Affonted, Vladimir slapped the boy across the face and scowled as he stared back, no pain registering on the boy's face. "You will come, boy." Grabbing Danerik's wrist, he forced Danerik along until they reached Vladimir's laboratory. He chained Danerik to the desk, then ordered, "Stay here. Pain is most assured if you try to escape."
Danerik remained silent, watching as Vladimir left and locked the door behind him. Defeated, he slumped to the ground, absent-mindedly playing with Madeline's silky fur.