One Last Request 1/3promisemewingsJanuary 3 2011, 15:21:24 UTC
Nighttime in the menagerie tonight seemed darker that it normally did. Jafar's words still hung heavy in Princess Jasmine's heart:
"Sadly, the boy's sentence is going to be carried out.....death. By beheading."
His apology had seemed less than apologetic. She had been beside herself. If it hadn't been for her rash actions of running away, the poor boy would not had gotten himself involved in her problems. And now he was falsely accused of kidnapping her and would have to die for it. Jasmine felt--no, knew--this was not right. She felt terrible.
She tried going to her father to get a royal pardon earlier because the boy had kept her from getting her hand chopped off. But her father seemed more preoccupied with some new thing thing he had called a "cuckoo clock," waiting for the time to pass so the bird could jump from the clock. She felt so useless. Here she was in a position of royalty, could be able to do some good, and nothing. The boy would still have to die.
Jasmine exited the dark menagerie and made her way to the palace dungeon, cloaked in her commoner garb from earlier that day. Rasoul, the head of the Agrabah guard, guarded the door with his large, menacing frame.
"Princess Jasmine," Rasoul regarded her, bowing his head. "What are you doing here?"
"Has the boy been executed yet?" she asked him.
"He will be at sunrise," Rasoul answered her.
"Let me see him," she quietly commanded.
"Your hignness," Rasoul protested, "Jafar has forbidden anyone to have any contact with the boy."
"I am so sick and tired of hearing what Jafar has decreed," Jasmine argued back. "The last I checked, he was just the royal vizier and not the Sultan."
"I am sorry, Princess," Rasoul apologized.
Her eyes brightened. "That's right, I am the princess, aren't I?" Jasmine said, her voice softening a little bit. If she couldn't get the boy a royal pardon, she could get her way into the prison somehow. Quickly, she turned on some of her spoiled-princess charm. "I have higher rank than Jafar does, correct?" She sweetly smiled at the guard.
"Well, I suppose--"
"And if I have higher rank over Jafar, then you have to do what I say, correct?"
"But--"
"And if my father were to find out that you didn't do what I said....he could very well dismiss you from your position, Rasoul."
Rasoul grunted at this. He fiddled around with the keys at his side and opened the heavy prison door for the petite princess. "Make it fast. If Jafar were to find out, he'd have my neck for this."
"Thank you, Rasoul," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for good measure. "And I will make sure Jafar will not have your neck."
She made her way down the cold stone steps of the ominous prison. Her skin prickled with goosebumps the farther down she went. Yet Jasmine was not scared. She was intent on seeing the boy. He was shacked to a wall on the farthest side of the prison, with the moonlight shining on him from a singular small window at the top of the prison walls. Upon seeing someone enter the prison, the boy struggled at his shackled more.
"If you plan on tormenting me any more, just have my head now and be DONE with it!" he yelled angrily.
"Struggling is pointless," Jasmine quietly said as she made her way over to the boy.
It was a female voice that spoke to Aladdin. A very familiar female voice. He quit struggling as she suggested and looked up at the sad face of Princess Jasmine standing in front of him. He gasped, and his head bowed in respect.
"Your highness," he finally squeaked out.
She moved in a little closer to the boy, knelt down in front of him, and gently tipped his head back up to look her in her eyes. She saw the helplessness in his own eyes, and she welled up with tears. "I'm so sorry," she wept.
"Sadly, the boy's sentence is going to be carried out.....death. By beheading."
His apology had seemed less than apologetic. She had been beside herself. If it hadn't been for her rash actions of running away, the poor boy would not had gotten himself involved in her problems. And now he was falsely accused of kidnapping her and would have to die for it. Jasmine felt--no, knew--this was not right. She felt terrible.
She tried going to her father to get a royal pardon earlier because the boy had kept her from getting her hand chopped off. But her father seemed more preoccupied with some new thing thing he had called a "cuckoo clock," waiting for the time to pass so the bird could jump from the clock. She felt so useless. Here she was in a position of royalty, could be able to do some good, and nothing. The boy would still have to die.
Jasmine exited the dark menagerie and made her way to the palace dungeon, cloaked in her commoner garb from earlier that day. Rasoul, the head of the Agrabah guard, guarded the door with his large, menacing frame.
"Princess Jasmine," Rasoul regarded her, bowing his head. "What are you doing here?"
"Has the boy been executed yet?" she asked him.
"He will be at sunrise," Rasoul answered her.
"Let me see him," she quietly commanded.
"Your hignness," Rasoul protested, "Jafar has forbidden anyone to have any contact with the boy."
"I am so sick and tired of hearing what Jafar has decreed," Jasmine argued back. "The last I checked, he was just the royal vizier and not the Sultan."
"I am sorry, Princess," Rasoul apologized.
Her eyes brightened. "That's right, I am the princess, aren't I?" Jasmine said, her voice softening a little bit. If she couldn't get the boy a royal pardon, she could get her way into the prison somehow. Quickly, she turned on some of her spoiled-princess charm. "I have higher rank than Jafar does, correct?" She sweetly smiled at the guard.
"Well, I suppose--"
"And if I have higher rank over Jafar, then you have to do what I say, correct?"
"But--"
"And if my father were to find out that you didn't do what I said....he could very well dismiss you from your position, Rasoul."
Rasoul grunted at this. He fiddled around with the keys at his side and opened the heavy prison door for the petite princess. "Make it fast. If Jafar were to find out, he'd have my neck for this."
"Thank you, Rasoul," she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for good measure. "And I will make sure Jafar will not have your neck."
She made her way down the cold stone steps of the ominous prison. Her skin prickled with goosebumps the farther down she went. Yet Jasmine was not scared. She was intent on seeing the boy. He was shacked to a wall on the farthest side of the prison, with the moonlight shining on him from a singular small window at the top of the prison walls. Upon seeing someone enter the prison, the boy struggled at his shackled more.
"If you plan on tormenting me any more, just have my head now and be DONE with it!" he yelled angrily.
"Struggling is pointless," Jasmine quietly said as she made her way over to the boy.
It was a female voice that spoke to Aladdin. A very familiar female voice. He quit struggling as she suggested and looked up at the sad face of Princess Jasmine standing in front of him. He gasped, and his head bowed in respect.
"Your highness," he finally squeaked out.
She moved in a little closer to the boy, knelt down in front of him, and gently tipped his head back up to look her in her eyes. She saw the helplessness in his own eyes, and she welled up with tears. "I'm so sorry," she wept.
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