"Yara, welcome back to Agrabah." My uncle by marriage, the Sultan remarked at how I had changed since I last saw him "The last time I saw you, al-am and Jasmine I think I was 21 with no handmaiden." I gestured to my handmaiden Zaina, she was beautiful, almond coloured skin with tied up shoulder length black hair. But just then, I saw my cousin out of the corner of my eye, Jasmine. Agrabah's princess. I ran up to kiss her cheek and hug her tightly. "Cousin Jasmine!" She linked her arm through mine and took my changes in since the last time I had seen her. I had changed, tanned smooth skin and dark eyes and dark ringlet curls framed my face and I had little makeup on, mascara on my lashes and gloss on my plump lips. I saw another figure, Jafar. The Grand Vizier. The man who I had seen in my dreams, my nightmares, my fantasies about my life. He had also changed, his hair had grown and framed his face better and he had a beard but those eyes. Those lifeless eyes but always had gold flecks in them were still there. "Grand Vizier, wonderful to see you again." I fiddled with my necklace as we locked eyes for the first time "Princess Yara, the pleasure is all mine." Ugh- I loved the way he said my name, the way he let it roll so smoothly off of his tongue and how he looked so goddamn beautiful when he said it.
My new mission while I reside here in Agrabah's court, simple.
Make the Grand vizier mine.