artsyravenclawwitch said: Hello Jafar. *Bows respectfully* It's been a long time since we haven't talked.“Mm, it has been a while, hasn’t it?” He grins, nodding in response to the bow. “How are you?”
Jane couldn’t help but notice the change in decor and the change in atmosphere in general. Yes, something certainly had changed but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Watching the guards leave, she felt her stance shift a bit by the idea of being left alone in a room with the…wait, did he just say no longer the Vizier? Her brows knitted together in a brief moment of confusion before she gave a smile to make up for it.“Not the—the Vizier? But I thought you got…promoted,” she asked, her last words a bit spaced as her own mind begun to piece things together. “Oh,” she added softly, almost inaudible when she realized the fat, bubbly little man was no longer here. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked to the floor then back up at him and gave a smile that was questionable where or not it was genuine. “Sultan? That is„,that is fascinating news! How, may I ask, did you obtain such a position,” she paused and realized it was probably not within reason to call him Jafar, “Your highness?”
“Yes. I suppose you could call it a well deserved promotion,” he said with a grin still firmly on his features. Then within a few more moments of putting two and two together, Jane had understood. It was incredibly interesting seeing her work through the clues this way and he couldn’t help but chuckle, as if that were her reward. “You, my dear, may still call me Jafar. I took over after an unfortunate incident, really. It seems as though the former Prince Ali, or Aladdin, saw to the death of the former Sultan. Jasmine, on the other hand, was kidnapped, though we do have some evidence that leads us to believe Aladdin was involved at some point. As per law, of course, he was dealt with accordingly. As there were no more royal members by blood, it leaves the royal vizier to take the throne. Though of course it was done with a heavy heart.” The snake like quality of Jafar was ever apparent, though just as charming in his usual diction. Little did the British woman know: Aladdin was killed by the hand of Mozenrath, Jasmine was lead to Maleficent’s lair and the Sultan was locked away within his own lair, mind void of any thoughts.
“And you, my dear? I trust you have been keeping well?”
The grip on her arm was way too tight for her comfort. Fleur grunted and noted mentally that her arm would surely be bruised and sore afterwards. She didn’t care that she was thrown around like a rag doll. But she wouldn’t let them harm her older sister, especially now she was injured. “Don’t ‘urt her!” Fleur blurted out. She trashed against the firm hold, it was only tiring but she had to try, she’d never forgive herself if she didn’t. “Do not ‘arm her!” She yelped in pain as she was yanked backwards. Desiree let out an “Ouch!” as she was pulled onto her feet. She nearly lost balance but she managed to skip along using her other foot. The sultan?! Merde… They were done for.On the marketplace, Aimee tried to catch her breath as she sat crouched. If she pulled the scarf around her head off and looked over her shoulder, she had a decent view of the street. She leaned back into the crates and prayed that this would end well. Alas, no were heard as suddenly a voice boomed over the place. Aimee made herself as small as possible. Merde! They had Desiree and Fleur. She bit on her wrist. If she surrendered she would at least have a chance to go with her younger sisters. If not, she would have the chance of never seeing them again. She got up, holding her chin high as she ripped away the scarf around her head. “I’m here!” she yelled.
Of course the protests of Fleur went unrecognized. It seemed like a good amount of time that Razoul and Hakim were surveying the bobbing heads of the marketplace. Though of course many individuals had stopped in a hush. The captain of the guards was an individual that many didn’t wish to ever cross paths with and when he requested attention he would more than get it. Sure enough, a chime of a voice was overhead. It even caught the attention of the locals as many turned to stare at the woman that was being sought out. It caused Razoul to grin his big toothy grin. “That’s more like it,” he said under his breath as Fazal quickly made his way through the maze of people to arrest the last girl in this drawn out charade.
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Within minutes they were mounting the grand stairs of the palace, each guard leading their prisoners with bounded wrists. Although at this point Razoul was tired of the pace that Desiree was keeping with her wounded ankle that he had thrown the girl over his shoulders. He may not have looked it but he was secretly amused by the fact. The girl was a little cute.
As was the orders with the new sultan, recently arrested citizens were to see him directly in order to be given their punishment. A sliced off digit, imprisonment, perhaps even losing an entire hand was the usual punishment for stealing. Pushing through the grand double doors of the palace, a tall man in white robes could be seen near the throne. There was a small group of people he was talking to; finely dressed gentlemen that might be considered other royal officials from neighboring countries.
Razoul excused the interruption of their presence and a wide hand waved the group of men away. The men dispersing, the sultan now turned.
The scarves were no longer covering the prisoner’s hair and the sight of the blonde rays instantly shot a thick eyebrow up. Then a small smirk made its way onto the man’s thin lips. Razoul began explaining the accounts per the merchant of the marketplace but Jafar stopped him halfway.
“As always your loyalty is appreciated, Razoul. You may leave the prisoners with me. I doubt they’ll run too far.” The three guards gave a brief look to each other but wouldn’t question further. After bowing they made their way out of the room.
Jafar folded his arms over his chest as looked down at the three French blondes. “Ladies, I would not have pegged you as thieves…” He chuckled, clearly amused by this situation.
Since she first came here to stay with Jafar, the attraction had pulled her like a magnet. She knew he wasn’t all perfect and there were certain things about him she absolutely couldn’t stand, yet she still couldn’t help herself; even from the beginning, she trusted him. It always had been Jafar to hold back.But now he spoke his own confession of the truth, he did trust her, and Ariel couldn’t help herself. She was actually proud; proud to have the trust of this man, who to most – and even to her – seemed unreachable. She had his trust, the first step she truly needed to discover exactly who he was.
With her self-pride filling her head, she listened to him speak earnestly, blushing when he mentioned them becoming something more. Little did he know that was exactly what she wanted. Then the words again, “I trust you.” All she truly needed to hear and she was puddy in his hands. She looked to him then and started to open her mouth to tell him the exact answer he wanted to hear, the answer she actually didn’t mind saying, but then there was this shiny little thing between them.
A ring.
It was beautiful and somehow it being suspended before her made it even more so. As she looked at it with a dreamy expression that completely mirrored how she felt, she couldn’t help but notice how he chose it to match his own tastes. Yet, she oddly loved it a little more.
Then, her pride mixed with all her butterflies, and joy at his tiny token of his proposal, she caught even herself by surprise. Throwing her arms around his shoulders she giggled lightly, “Of course.” Planting a small kiss on his cheek and looking into his eyes she spoke once more, “Jafar, I’ll marry you.” They sounded a little and yet she liked them too, everything about this situation was seemingly perfect no matter what.
Once Jafar saw the look in her eyes as she gazed at the ring he knew it sealed the deal. He fought his lips from showing the premature victory, though he certainly knew what was to become of this situation. He would have this young woman as his bride. For better or for worse, although Jafar wasn’t a man to be tied down to any rules. After all, that’s what left him regretting the choice of wishing to be a genie. Those laws of the dijinn’s code proved to be his fate. To Jafar this was merely a marriage of show and of convenience. Despite what he said to Ariel to get her to accept the deal, it meant nothing more to him than that.
As her arms flew around him he was caught off guard only momentarily. He exhaled a chuckle as his large hand trailed down the back of her silken red hair, as if christening the fact this young thing would be his. “Mm, good,” he simply said, the sound of his words coated with the thickest of oils. “Then I’ll begin the preparations for us at once. I do hope that you don’t mind us having a small ceremony? Private, of course. It wouldn’t do me much good to make something lavish at the moment, what with the citizens of this city still becoming more familiar with a new leader.” He paused and considered, so as to not push her away from the deal. “If you wish to have something more celebratory I suppose we can make arrangements once things settle down here. It’s up to you, my dear queen.” He smirked, taking the ring from the suspension and slid it carefully on her slender finger to seal her fate.
(Source: beard-is-so-twisted)
“There is a cave, boy. a cave of wonders. filled with treasures beyond your wildest dreams.”
(Source: thedisneytruth)
