"Tamina. I'm glad you could make it."
"As am I, Prince Dastan." she said, her chin held high, her back straight, her tone dignified yet respectful. You could tell she was a princess just by looking at her.
"You needn't speak with such a tone. We should be comfortable around each other now" he said, with a devilish grin plastered on his face and talking a step near her. Tamina nodded. "What was it that you wanted to talk to me about, Dastan?" Dastan took another step closer to her. "Well, Tamina, that's a touchy subject. As you might have noticed-" he began. Tamina, however, was quicker and decided to cut to the chase. "What do you know of the dagger?" she demanded. Dastan, taken aback, stuttered incomprehensibly for a moment before regaining his composure. "Clever Princess." he said. Again, he took another step closer to her. "I know it possesses incredible power. I know it is given to man by the gods. I know that you were sworn to protect it." he said. The princess narrowed her eyes quizzically, "And how is it that you know this, Prince Dastan?" She adapted that regal manor again, chin held high, voice superior.
"It's a long story, princess."
"I enjoy stories."
"Very well. My uncle, the king's brother, was overcome by greed. Once when he was a child, he saved my father from a mountain lion that was stalking them. However, he regretted it because if he hadn't saved his brother, then he would be king for a life time, with no successors to steal the power from him. Therefore, he corrupted your people. Your priest revealed to him the secrets of the dagger, and that is how he-" Prince Dastan was interrupted by the Princess.
"And that is how he found the passageway to the sand glass. He corrupted our people. And then...And then...I don't know...He pushed you over the cliff. He through me off too. You were the only thing keeping me from dying. You let go. I was dead. You saved the world. It was your destiny, not mine. I was dead." She said, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
Dastan looked at her, face plagued with awe and confusion. "Did you know the entire time?" "No, I...you telling the story...it made me remember, I suppose."
"You remember everything?"
"Yes, I think I do." At her words, Dastan grinned his cocky grin and felt like jumping for joy. "But I would suggest not rejoicing quite yet, Dastan. I seem to remember you selling me as a servant wench, forced to serve the horny men at the races." Dastan's smirk was wiped clean off his face. "Now, now Princess, that's not really fair, that was before-before we knew eachother. You can't hold that against me." he said, slowly backing away from the Princess, who was clutching her skirts in a white-knuckled grip and slowly approaching him. "You'll pay for that, Dastan" she said, in a mock- intimidating tone. However, Dastan was too preoccupied to understand that she was joking. He kept slowly backing away from her until the back of his legs me tsome stone...and he fell backwards into a fountain! Tamina, who hadn't planned on that happening, burst into laughter. Before she knew it, Dastan had pulled her in, too and she was squirming around, trying to escape his strong embrace. "Dastan!" she squealed as he dragged her back under the water. "Tamina!" he replied jokingly, mocking her high-pitched squeal. "I'm soaking wet!" she flailed her arms, trying to get out, but he just kept pulling her back in. "So you are, Princess. So you are." He laughed, staring admiringly at her.