It was to be the outside the palace walls that the suitor, seeking the hand of the princess made his way to the palace. Prince Achemed rod his horse through the streets of Agrabah. His presence was met with the citizens gathered along each side of the street. Though it was not excitement upon their faces. Rather the people were in utter disbelief at the sight of another suitor for the princess.

There were several whispers among the crowd.

"Another suitor for the princess?"

"Will he be the one to claim her hand?"

"He will need much luck to be married to her."

Though the prince paid little mind for the talk of common folk. He cared little for the word of the people. As they were all beneath him. For he was sure that he would have the hand of Princess Jasmine and the crown of the Maharaja.

Just as it was said by the princess herself, a suitor's desire was not for her love. But rather it was the power that comes from marrying her. Such power can blind one from the danger that was sad to lurk in the palace.

As it was, many suitors from Kingdoms from all over had come to Agrabah. All in the hopes that they would have the hand of Princess Jasmine. Only to be seen leaving the Palace in utter disgrace. Having to have been turned down by the princess or to have been met with the striped beast that was her pet. It was known throughout all of Agrabah of the Tiger that lurked in the Palace garden.

Yes, it was known by all of the Tigress in the palace. There were many times the citizens had visited the palace and had encounters with Sangha. Though it was at the sight of a tigress, not confined in a cage, the people would flee in fear. For the striped beast of the jungle was feared by all the people of Agrabah.

The prince approached the Palace gateway and was seen by the two guards above.

"He is here!" the Guard called back into the palace.

"Prince Achemed has come. Open the gates!"

The gates slowly opened as the Prince rod into the palace.

"Places!" The Maharaja announced to his staff.

"Places!"

It was right at that moment they heard the doors to the throne room opened. It was there they saw Prince Achemed strode into the throne room. The prince was much older then Jasmine, Raksha and Aria. He had a think black mustache, red robes and turban with a cape.

The Maharaja gasped as he came up to the prince. He hopped down off his throne as he mad his way to greet his quest.

"Prince Achemed!" The Maharaja exclaimed as he came before the prince.

"Welcome to Agrabah. We have been expecting you."

The prince simply raised his hand to the Maharaja, waving off to whatever he was saying.

"Yes, yes!" he said, as he passed him by.

The Maharaja came up in front of Prince. He came before his two daughter, who then stepped forward.

"If I may, your highness," The Maharaja said.

"I would like to present two of my daughters, Raksha and Aria."

The two princesses each took a bow to Prince.

"It is an honor, Prince Achene." Raksha said, bowing her head to the Prince.

Only to be met with the smug expression of the prince, who was not interested in the two princesses. For neither of them could bring them the power of which would come marrying Jasmine.

"Yes, yes, now where is Princess Jasmine?" Prince Achemed asked, sobbingly.

"Oh... well.' he said, glancing back at Raksha and Aria.

The two sisters glanced to one another, neither of them having any idea of where Princess Jasmine was.

Jasmine and peered into the throne room from the entrance of the hallway. The sight of Prince Achemed caused her to roll her eyes in utter contempt. Already she could see how snobbish and full of himself that this man was. All with the desire to marry her, precising her as a prize to be won. Even now, hearing him speaking to her father in such a way, he was all that she knew he would be.

Jasmine sighed in utter contempt.

"Oh look, Sangha," she said, glancing down to the tigress.

"Another self-observed prince from a far off kingdom."

The sight of prince Achemed caused the tigress to growl in utter disgust. She shared the princess's distain for the presence of another suitor. Much like the others, this one was just like the rest. Seeking the hand of the princess for nothing more then glory.

Jasmine smirked down at the tigress, who's growl spoke more of the feelings of which she felt. Glancing back in the throne room, she continued listening in utter frustration.

"I came here for the hand of your eldest daughter." The Prince exclaimed to the Maharaja.

The Maharaja nodded his head, trying to calm the prince.

"Yes, of course, your highness," He said.

"And I am sure that princess Jasmine is just still preparing herself."

Though the Maharaja's explanation only caused the prince more anger. He expected that he would be given the had of the most beautiful woman in all of Agrabah. A bride that would be a fitting Dimond within his crown as the next Maharaja. But what bride would dare keep her future husband waiting?

"Does she expect me to wait?" The Prince exclaimed.

"My patients is already wearing thin. How do you expect her to merry if she makes me wait this long."

Hearing the prince speak to her father in such a way, Princess Jasmine glared in contempt. She could no longer stand by and allow this privileged, pampered prince continued to act as if she was but an prize to be won. She stepped out into the ballroom, where she approached her father and Prince Achemed. An action that was much noticed by that of Sangha, who gazed up at the princess.

The Maharaja then turned and saw her eldest daughter approach them. The sigh of which caused him to gasp in relief.

"Ah, Jasmine," he said, turning to his

"There you are."

Though before he could say more, Jasmine simply passed by her father as she came up to the prince. He quickly came up next to his daughter, as he turned to Prince Achemed.

"Prince Achemed, may I present Princess Jasmine of Agrabah!" he said, bowing his head to him.

It was then Prince Achemed smirked as he was finally presented with the beautiful Princess Jasmine. He bowed to the princess.

"Princess Jasmine," he greeted her.

"It is an honor to meet you."

Though the princess did not give a gesture back to the prince in anyway. Rather giving a stern expression to him.

"How dare you!" The princess exclaimed to him.

An act that was a shock to both the Maharaja and her two sisters. Even so was Prince Achemed, taken offense to be spoken to in such a way.

"I am not some prize to be won!" she proclaimed to the prince.

"How dare you speak to me in such a way!" Achemed exclaimed to the princess.

"Do you have any idea of who I am?"

Seeing the matter was coming apart, the Maharaja came up in front of the prince.

"A thousand apologies, Prince Achemed," The Maharaja said, bowing his head to the prince.

"Please forgive my daughter."

"If she knows what's best for her, she will hold her tongue in the presence of her future husband!" The prince exclaimed to the Maharaja.

Jasmine twitched upon mention of him being her future husband.

"You will never be my husband!" Jasmine proclaimed to the prince.

It was then prince twitched in anger. He came up to the princess, where he seized her by the wrist.

"You insolent little...!" He exclaimed to Jasmine.

Sangha growled in anger at seeing Prince grabbing Jasmine in such a way. She leaped into the the throne room, letting out a great roar that could be heard all through the Palace. Jasmine and Prince Achemed turned back at the tigress who came up between them. Prince Achemed backed away slowly as the tigress slowly approached him, growling as she growls and bears her fangs at him.

"Get Back!" The Prince exclaimed.

"Back, you Beast!"

Sangha roared once more at the prince. Achemed scream in utter fear as he slowly turned and quickly turned to the pillar behind him. The tigress leaped at Prince, who tried to climb the pillar to escape the jaws of the Sangha. She grabbed hold of the seat of the man's pants and forcibly began to tug. A sight of which caused the Maharaja to gasp and utter shock. Though it was one Jasmine and her sisters couldn't help but chuckle, humorously.

The Maharaja rushed to the aid of prince.

"Confounded Sangha," He exclaimed.

"Stop this at once!"

The tigress did not heed to the commands of the Maharaja. Rather Sangha continued to tug at the seat of the Prince's pants, shaking her head back and forth. All the while, Prince Achemed held on to the pillar for dear life. Desperate as to not face the teeth and claws of the tigress.

And then suddenly...

RRRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP!

The entire throne fell silent. Raksha and Aria covered their mouths, staring wide eyed at the sight. The Maharaja gasped in awe.

"Oh dear." he said, covering his mouth.

Sangha came back up to Jasmine with the seat of the Prince's pants hanging from her mouth. Jasmine of which couldn't help but chuckle as she kneeled down to her.

"Sangha." she said, petting the top of her head.

Prince Achemed slid down the pillar, his under pants exposed to all. He glanced back at Princess Jasmine and the stripped beast that was he pet. He stared in anger, having to been humiliated in such a way.

"Why you..." He exclaimed.

"Never have I been so humiliated."

The Maharaja rushed up to the prince.

"Prince Achemed, a thousand apologise," He said.

"Please forgive my daughter."

The prince turned to the Maharaja in disbelief.

"Forgive her?" he exclaimed to him.

"You would be lucky to find her a husband to such a disgrace of a princess."

Jasmine and Sangha glanced back at the Prince with a look of distain at the words of which he had spoken. It was then the prince turned and sauntered toward the doorway.

"Prince Achemed, please wait!" The Maharaja said as he chased after him.

"Not a chance," Prince Achemed proclaimed to the Maharaja.

"There shall be no marriage!"

The Maharaja paused in utter contempt, watching as the prince sauntered out the doors of the throne room and into the courtyard.