Chapter 7
Awakening
Even a mere ten minutes away from the wall peeled slender female figure and ran through the corridors to his room.
Rose was overjoyed that lasted for Jafar door spy and it paid off!
The moment when leaving heard Yago question about cards, hid and reached the ears of an elephant.
Now he ran into his room, which was lit by candles due to Bark, who cared for him well, because she did not do well at the thought of what will be forced to do.
Now, however, he came to the carpet on the wall and eyes studied him.
"Card sesame ... no ..." So it was not. "Spirit sesame, return to the form that they rightfully belong," it sounded from her mouth pretty silly, but the carpet seemed faded life and a kind of sand It is separated from the fabric like you've vacuumed, and materialized in the same stationary card, which fell to the ground.
Rose was overjoyed, and put it into the table and turned the key.
Morning marry her, but now must play a compelling theater.
Quickly disheveled hair, undressed and got into bed.
Eventually he pulled the tassel.
Bark entered the room and Rose tried to seem to have at least some malaria. She was bundled up to her chin and squinting at him through narrowed lids.
Somehow, she explained that she was not well and that tomorrow will lie.
"Please tell the princess that the next day I'm sorry, but would rather stay in bed."
"Mrs. Rose, I have to send for the doctor?" Worried slave.
Rose quickly shook her head. "Just lie down and it will be good," she coughed and then Bark retired. He was yet in the eyes of genuine concern, but what could we do ...
This way at least arranged for tomorrow good alibi.
Rose POV
It was dark and quiet, bright stars shining through the window as the crescent moon, but Rose could not fall. Her head was full of worries and moreover pondered mixed feelings with raised for Jafar.
She was afraid of him, of course, did not believe him, but something she liked that about him, even it even attracted. She did not know what it is, and it's disconcerting, because she felt so bad.
She wanted to give her yesterday whipped! What it's just him? He was at her seemingly affable, only when he wanted something.
When at long last a long time asleep, he spent a sleepless night and woke up it was still dark headache and stomach. She felt disoriented for a moment it seemed that what was supposed to be an excuse, becomes a reality.
Rose was threatened that she would want Jafar treat personally, as promised, if it is true that once was a healer. Then he could carry with her body what he wants, and that is frightening Rose.
After all, he was a man like any other.
She would have to undress in front of him, feel his slender hands on her body as they ride along the skin of the abdomen, and she almost not breathing, she tightens muscles beneath his fingers, trying to suppress a groan.
He almost would have slapped her and quickly looked from side to side, as if perhaps expecting somewhere will actually stand in the corner, and what now vybájila, becomes a reality, and he would investigate.
The girl blushed furiously, not that it's been a few times thought, but it's really crazy, something will happen.
That's more likely that it turns into a wrinkled old crone? Or even a toad?
Rose in her condition did not think too burdensome and one night after another minute went by filled with agonizing ideas. Fortunately, abdominal pain soon passed, maybe it was just a minor constipation of the nuts, which are so casually ate too much. A headache gradually subsided as well, so he began to dawn, she managed to finally turn blissfully to sleep until wake her resentful male voice.
"Wake up, it's time!" She heard above him someone running out of patience.
When she realized that she had been brutally lingers here and there, a warning growl.
She flinched and gasped slightly.
Fortunately Jafar immediately let go of her arm and had to be recovered from a sleepy, otherwise it probably started screaming. But it was ready. Fortunately he is begun, so he watched as she slowly sat up, and probably did not realize that wearing practically nothing.
Vizier was therefore greeted the royal glance at the woman's white back, bare shoulders, thanks to the satin coverlet, which slid to her thighs with a whole breasts.
Everything you could only imagine, he now showed the full extent, while rubbing her fists into her eyes before she stiffened, sat up and grabbed his fingers down duvets, which he immediately clutched to her chest.
Jafar grinned, and just those few seconds when they could admire a beautiful female body, his mood improved. However, he maintains distance, as if nothing had happened.
Rose between inhaled sharply, clutching the blanket so tightly in his fingers, as if she expected it to her right now and throw her delusions become insidious reality.
Goose! What did she sleep naked, cursing you.
What now? She felt throughout the body absorbed the warmth seeping from the depths of her body like lava as well as anger.
"What are you doing here? You're not out of place! This is my room! "She said under her breath, even though it is a bit of a headache again, probably from lack of sleep, which it did not help.
She hated him! And he did not even have the decency to apologize!
"So you do not want to his native world?" Taunted Vizier, who had been lively, bright and obviously he could even sleep well, and she's even prepared a sexy performance!
"Remember what we agreed yesterday ..."
His watchful eyes she scanned the still, while the blonde he could not devote even one glance, without find out how much humiliated.
Rose remembered only vaguely occurred to her retort to him that I did not agree that only he spoke and she stood there dazed by the strange spice that made him feel even now, even though he did not have the intoxicating effect yesterday, but She changed her mind.
Into my world really he wanted, and although she was annoyed she had no choice but to cooperate with him.
"Let me at least get some sleep ... you until dawn, still dark," she said sullenly.
"We must go quickly, before a lot of people everywhere," said Jafar. "As you've overslept the morning Fajr prayer ..."
"Okay," Rose rolled her eyes and started to twist out of bed, of course, a blanket wrapped tightly around his body.
"Just what masquerades and edit your hair," she said, thinking that now fails.
"Put this on," said Jafar and threw her to the ground in front of a huge black, neatly folded clothes.
Lout! It certainly did on purpose! Well once again humiliate, but the last time!
Thus, bent at the waist and felt her anger throbbing temples when he showed depression and her neckline.
Rose took the cloth and unfolded. It was black, without any ornaments, with long sleeves ...
Rose at him for a moment, staring blankly and then was horrified. She threw him rebounded from the vizier, as she could, and she was suddenly scared to death.
"Do not kill me!" She said, hugging her arms protectively.
Jafar rolled his eyes. "What's gotten into you?"
"It's a shroud!" Cried Rose.
"Shhh!" Jafar motioned her to someone accidentally come. Everything was secret and he did not like inconvenient witnesses.
"What you're really shroud?"
"These are clothes for the corpse. So with us ... "said Rose, and when he saw that Jafar did not mean it, she said:" They look exactly like this. "
She expected her vizier begins to threaten a fuss, or that her strength simply slips on like a doll. To her surprise, it did not happen.
"I understand your dismay, and I apologize," he said, making it completely unnerved.
She was in shock. First, he threatened her flogging and now apologizing? She wanted to give you this framed his statement ...
"Throughout my life I have hosted hundreds of delegates from distant countries with very, shall we say ... diverse habits. But this is a chador, a garment that here in Agrabah worn by women when their man takes out somewhere. "
It's that women wear? Rose could have been more surprised perhaps claim that leadeth men in Agrabah their women on a leash, give them muzzles, and when a man woman advice: "Sit down!" The row must immediately slap the sand.
Jafar went on: "And I advise you to wear it if you do not want to rape you first beggar who meet outside."
"What? Oh, really cultivated land, "she said.
Rose chador fastidiously took again in hand, wondering how to avoid it.
"I can not wear ..." she said with distaste and Jafar long you let the words roll around in your mind. It was torn. She believed that now she Jafar lies, and he did not want to make trouble, but the chador seemed so ugly! She likes flaunted her beauty and her femininity. In a society where it originated, it was considered the key to success and take your clothes that covered her body all he was so proud, it seemed demeaning.
"It is necessary to fix?" She said skeptically, expecting that comes up with another alternative.
"Chador or burka worn on the street, all the women," explaining patiently vizier. "If you do not have it, every man's next report will go to the guards. It is a criminal offense. Men are guarded by their wives for their safety. "
Oh, so now you reassure me. Safe, right?
"I understand," Rose nodded and therefore decided to comply. What else should be doing.
"Actually, I Bark said that I was not good to be here no one walked. So I was there nobody will look. And this will be for a while. "
"Who's Bark?" He asked Jafar puzzled.
"The slave who serves me," Rose said with a faint smile.
"I see. I did not have names, "said the vizier. Rose he now secretly laughed ...
They did not have names, mimicked his voice in her head and she added: Yeah, I bet he can not remember mine.
Jafar finally a minute left to Rose undisturbed change. When he returned, he had a blond woman wearing a chador, including hood, looked at herself in the mirror and said goodbye to the last remnants of ostentatious femininity. Still, it's all what I have to endure, she thought, and critical eye measured the tent, what she was wearing.
Jafar to her quietly approached as a formidable rock without warning on her head reached a kind of canvas bag.
Rose winced and began to fidget. "What the hell ?!" she snapped.
"This is called a niqab," Jafar explained coldly. "Calm down until we're out of town, you can take it off. NO sooner, "he stressed the last two words.
"I can not breathe in it!" Gasped Rose.
"You could if you tried," said Jafar sarcastically.
If he really saw him, perhaps he grabbed his grown beard and tore it to him.
Fortunately, Rose learned that telling the truth. Even when ill, he saw out a narrow gap for the eyes.
"Could you call me first say that I'm And put," he spat Rose and felt like in costume for a masquerade.
Jafar did not answer and instead stared out at the dawning morning, although Rose thought she heard a soft murmur of indolence ...
She turned around and could not manage the word. In the mirror, he was left only her eyes.
The vizier then nimbly turned and grabbed her arm. His hand was cold and rough.
"Along the way, at any price talk, I do not want anyone to know you," he instructed her and asking for a response, while Rose led the stables as a prisoner.
They went through many levels, to the other side of the palace and outside, where there was not.
The stables waiting for them mighty noble black stallion.
His hooves were huge, his fur glistening in the morning sun like velvet.
Bridle kept it slim servant.
Rose trailed behind Jafar, who tactfully pointed the way it has to go two steps behind like a good slave. Surely he is relishing this superiority.
But as the approached the animal, the girl had a growing suspicion that something was amiss.
Above all, there was a horse, animals and everything just one.
What the hell was he thinking?
Rose kept all my thoughts behind their lips and did not say a word exactly as ordered.
She was, however, impossible in that awful habit. Already it was hot and the fabric clinging to her body, because underneath it all still had their clothes to not go naked.
How could this woman wear?
Limiting it moving slowly through it or seen, plus looked as if he had just joined a satanic cult!
Jafar silently glared back and had a strong desire to kick him.
Instead, he quickly reached under the niqab and wiped her tears of helplessness over the situation, as they were for the stallion, which vizier almost lovingly patted her neck.
Such willingness showed neither Yago, realized and immediately remembered the last climb with flamingos.
When the animal stopped, slave Jafar handed the reins, bowed and left.
Now Rose quickly looked around to see if there is nobody there, but the rear courtyard was empty.
"Maybe I forgot to tell you but ... I do not know how to ride, here it is about normal, but in my country and not, I prefer the plane," launched a burka unpleasant muffled her voice, she felt that under the cloth not only can not breathe but it also sounded like hissing. She wanted it really to demolish the head!
"You do not need to ride a horse." The prig with her or turn around and instead checked himself mounting the saddle, probably did not believe anyone except themselves.
"I sighed, and where there is a wheelchair or stretcher? I do not see anything, "again she looked around with the same result.
"Nothing like that is needed, you come with me." Until now at her significantly turned around and calmly motioned to his exhibition thoroughbred, who shifted his weight impatiently and looked at it not just friendly expression as his master.
He rose nervously inhaled through the nose and blinked as if she was dreaming.
He does not make you crazy?
But as soon as his eyes moved from his horse back to the man he realized it was not no joke.
"You can not be serious? I go with you on one horse? Do you call that trust? "Glared at him. "It is not enough that you're me a moment ago almost called his wife, and now this?"
Jafar stood on the site stoically and raised the issue one of his dark eyebrows.
"Yes exactly what I mean, and if right now nenasedneš Hasan and I will make you do it. I'm curious about the desolate no excuses and believe that my vision of a common drive not seem funny. It is the only possible remedy as quickly arrive at the designated place. "
With that Rose could not disagree, but he had prejudices.
"Force?" Piped up.
Jafar pressed his lips together into a thin line and waited.
"Well, but if I fall ..."
"Not fall, so take care," he told her, pointing to the caliper itself in one hand and reins in the second his cane.
Rose hesitantly approached the animal.
God, he was so tall! It does not mean, maybe with a chair but ...
First he had to tuck burka to have her leg lift and then showed the most embarrassing number of their lives.
One foot in the stirrup actually picked up and then hopped on one leg, and that was about it.
"Take the saddle horn," he said Jafar and lifted a finger.
He's really will just happen !?
Rose was beginning to rage again, but even if you caught that thing upstairs, unable to swing up.
Jafar behind her, rolled his eyes.
"The women in your country are all so incompetent?" He teased.
"Like men who need their help," he growled in response, and then jumped.
Yago, who that morning the whole theater watched from a distance one from the golden roof, he could stop laughing, rolling from side to side and breathless.
When he calmed down a little and began to follow the pair again, he saw his master and Rose pushed himself lightly swung into the saddle, in one arm still holding the stick!
From the height at the girl in a burka as some ants on the ground, as someone who asks what's so heavy.
"Come here and grab yourself." He released his leg from one stirrup into which again pushed her here, then glanced at his hands as if he had been poisoned.
Finally, he put his hand into his, and before she knew it, he pulled her behind him.
Suddenly, it was so easy. Neither he could no effort!
Great, now he feels even more like an idiot.
When Hasan stepped forward unexpectedly, Rose slightly stumbled, gasped and quickly seized the vizier dark cloak.
"That's how you'll break your neck, grab me around the waist." Another warrant Rose uneasy about it more when she remembered how he showed naked in his room.
"What? Are you serious? I got you a hug? "
"I'm tired of your issues, woman," he growled, as it was used to explain everything twice, usually enough that it understood the question the first time.
"My name is Rose!" She exclaimed indignantly, and tugged at his clothing fabric. If he could see under your clothes, believed to be that bristled like a porcupine.
"If not catch me, you'll end up at the bottom with a broken neck."
Rose looked next to each other at the height that would be in the fall, waiting wordlessly obeyed.
Thus, he slipped his trembling arms under his and united on the vizier's abdomen, thus hoping that it's belly, as seen ahead.
When heard no protests breathed.
But it was still stiff and tense, knowing that it is a necessary evil vizier to touch, but definitely get used to it, and that it is still waiting for a way back!
Beyond that he puts the horse in motion and drove back gate as the devil himself.
The girl winced, what's the speed.
Hasan animated the desert like a tornado went through the streets to the north gate of the city.
Everything about Rose saw the blurred lines, and to prevent a fall, rather the man before her more she pressed her body.
It was rubbing uncomfortably intimate, but soon get used to it, plus it also had one advantage. Jafar was high, and so on it or blowing, but thanks burka was not flying dust and sand in the eyes, let alone in the hair.
Jafar POV
The Wizard was relieved that he finally obeyed the girl. If not, there was the second, not too pleasant option you want to use in the meantime.
Fortunately he subjected, as expected, and now he clung to his back almost as if she wanted to soak his clothes.
He felt afraid. He was able to sense it. He did not know whether it comes from the first ride on horseback or from him.
Magic lent you a lot of options, but that according to her trembling hands realized that he fears a sorcerer be needed.
But before he could drive out of town, he knew that she calmed down, although he could not be one.
All that mattered was his plan, not on some foreign women, which could have hundreds.
Like lightning passed marketeers who are just early in the morning after prayer decayed their stands and gave them fresh melons and oranges.
Finally, Hasan went through the north gate, Jafar pulled the reins and the horse whinnied.
"Why are we stopping?" Rose commented on it, but there was no response.
Just felt a very pleasant companion pulled something from his pocket.
Something rustled and then something clicked softly, as if to himself clanged two stone puzzle.
Then again put the horse galloping forward.
Jafar was greeted interesting view of the girl's naked body, really it was just a coincidence. I swear. :-)
But imagine if Rose was really bad, who else was at hand than he was, and say it could have been far, far worse. I'm not saying that during the Rose story is not sick or injured, so this situation will come back.
You're all wondering how their trip to the cave to continue? We still have a few twists and a test of confidence, so it properly enjoy.
Rose and Jafar have to stack must get used to, you know each other only two days ago, and they themselves know very little and it is necessary that our sorcerer realized that the girl had also thorns and not just for decoration, not fall at his feet and definitely say "yes, sir" to his every command.
Conversely, Rose will have to figure out where is the imaginary boundary beyond which it may gall to go, learn to listen a bit, because it often is the only good solution, and also learn to tolerate Jafar mood changes.
Every character has a story of love and sorrows, secrets, both good and bad. Discover in them.