5 Times Rajah Protected Jasmine From Pushy Suitors (And the One Suitor He Was All Right With), #5ioaniteDecember 4 2014, 11:27:22 UTC
Four: Prince Achmed
Prince Achmed was unlike any of the other princes that had come before him. Although custom and formality had all but been abandoned at this point now that Jasmine had a reputation as “the unmarriageable princess”, it was still generally considered good form for the suitors to wait to be introduced to Jasmine, or at least to meet her in a public setting. But Achmed just strode into the palace gardens where Rajah and Jasmine were playing by the fountain, crying out about Jasmine’s beauty and seizing her hand to kiss it before Jasmine could get a word in edgewise. He treated Rajah as if he didn’t even exist, which Rajah decided to rectify.
Later, as he contemplated the scraps of cloth that he’d picked out of his teeth, he wondered what silk maker had been crazy enough to design a cloth with hearts all over it. It was just garish.
Five: Prince Ali
The arrival of Prince Ali was probably the noisiest one yet. Instruments, shrieking animals, cheers from the crowd, and loud voices literally singing the prince’s praises. For Rajah’s sanity, he stayed in Jasmine’s rooms, head shoved under a pillow. Jasmine went out to take a look, before coming in not five minutes later, which told Rajah all he needed to know.
Ali turned out to be even more brazen then Achmed. Somehow, he made his way up to Jasmine’s balcony in the middle of the night. If Jasmine hadn’t been so dead set against suitors, Rajah would have been impressed. As it was, he immediately bared his teeth and backed the interloper right up to the railing, hoping to encourage the man to take a flying leap off it.
The man didn’t seem deterred, though, so Jasmine unleashed her seductive sarcasm on him, then turned to go, leaving Rajah to finish driving him off. Rajah had expected the man to have a rope ready, but instead, he hopped directly off the balcony, which startled both Rajah and Jasmine; they wanted to drive off suitors, not kill them. That’s when Prince Ali revealed his secret; a flying carpet that seemed to have a mind of its own. Rajah wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Jasmine seemed charmed by it. In fact, she actually took the prince up on his offer of flying on it, without even bothering to ask Rajah about it. Rajah watched them take off, concerned but not overly so. If Jasmine grew tired of the prince’s tricks, she could always strand him somewhere and bring the carpet back.
5 Times Rajah Protected Jasmine From Pushy Suitors (And the One Suitor He Was All Right With), ENDioaniteDecember 4 2014, 11:29:12 UTC
Six: Aladdin
Rajah didn’t really remember everything that happened after Jafar returned from being thrown out of Jasmine’s rooms. He remembered getting hit by a blast of light, and then things got hazy. The next thing he knew for certain, he was practically crushing Jasmine’s father under his weight, and leapt off him, hiding in a corner to give himself a bath and try to sort everything out. Just as he’d managed to get his fur in order, a long blue arm suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, somebody talking a mile a minute and not making a great deal of sense. When the strange blue creature took off into the sky, Jasmine embraced the man next to her tightly. Rajah cocked his head and squinted. It *looked* like the prince that had taken Jasmine flying the night before, but his clothes were different, definitely the sort of thing a prince wouldn’t wear. He chuffed to get Jasmine’s attention, the sound curious more than threatening. What with everything that had been happening, he needed her to tell him what to do.
Jasmine broke away from the man and knelt in front of Rajah, petting him under the chin. “Rajah,” she said very seriously, “You’ve been a very, very good tiger, helping me out with the various suitors who have come to the palace. But I’ve finally found one who doesn’t just want my money, or Agrabah, or a pretty face to have by his side. He’s a good man, Rajah, and I want you to treat him the way you treat me. All right?”
Rajah licked her hand. She scratched behind his ears and got to her feet, beckoning the man closer. “Aladdin, this is Rajah. You’ve already met.”
“Nice to meet you, Rajah.” Aladdin said, only a bit of nervousness in his voice as he reached his hand out for Rajah to sniff. Rajah obligingly sniffed, getting the scent of sweat, dust, and animal hair. He’d peripherally noticed the monkey running around the balcony; apparently Jasmine wasn’t the only one to have a loyal pet. And if he cared for his pet, and if Jasmine liked him, then he would probably care for Rajah too.
So he nudged Aladdin’s hand with his nose, giving off a noise that wasn’t quite a purr, but certainly wasn’t a growl. He’d need to keep an eye on Aladdin, of course, but as long as Jasmine still liked him, he didn’t think there’d be anything to worry about. Besides, maybe now he could get a few extra tidbits at the dinner table…
Prince Achmed was unlike any of the other princes that had come before him. Although custom and formality had all but been abandoned at this point now that Jasmine had a reputation as “the unmarriageable princess”, it was still generally considered good form for the suitors to wait to be introduced to Jasmine, or at least to meet her in a public setting. But Achmed just strode into the palace gardens where Rajah and Jasmine were playing by the fountain, crying out about Jasmine’s beauty and seizing her hand to kiss it before Jasmine could get a word in edgewise. He treated Rajah as if he didn’t even exist, which Rajah decided to rectify.
Later, as he contemplated the scraps of cloth that he’d picked out of his teeth, he wondered what silk maker had been crazy enough to design a cloth with hearts all over it. It was just garish.
Five: Prince Ali
The arrival of Prince Ali was probably the noisiest one yet. Instruments, shrieking animals, cheers from the crowd, and loud voices literally singing the prince’s praises. For Rajah’s sanity, he stayed in Jasmine’s rooms, head shoved under a pillow. Jasmine went out to take a look, before coming in not five minutes later, which told Rajah all he needed to know.
Ali turned out to be even more brazen then Achmed. Somehow, he made his way up to Jasmine’s balcony in the middle of the night. If Jasmine hadn’t been so dead set against suitors, Rajah would have been impressed. As it was, he immediately bared his teeth and backed the interloper right up to the railing, hoping to encourage the man to take a flying leap off it.
The man didn’t seem deterred, though, so Jasmine unleashed her seductive sarcasm on him, then turned to go, leaving Rajah to finish driving him off. Rajah had expected the man to have a rope ready, but instead, he hopped directly off the balcony, which startled both Rajah and Jasmine; they wanted to drive off suitors, not kill them. That’s when Prince Ali revealed his secret; a flying carpet that seemed to have a mind of its own. Rajah wasn’t sure what to make of it, but Jasmine seemed charmed by it. In fact, she actually took the prince up on his offer of flying on it, without even bothering to ask Rajah about it. Rajah watched them take off, concerned but not overly so. If Jasmine grew tired of the prince’s tricks, she could always strand him somewhere and bring the carpet back.
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Rajah didn’t really remember everything that happened after Jafar returned from being thrown out of Jasmine’s rooms. He remembered getting hit by a blast of light, and then things got hazy. The next thing he knew for certain, he was practically crushing Jasmine’s father under his weight, and leapt off him, hiding in a corner to give himself a bath and try to sort everything out. Just as he’d managed to get his fur in order, a long blue arm suddenly grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, somebody talking a mile a minute and not making a great deal of sense. When the strange blue creature took off into the sky, Jasmine embraced the man next to her tightly. Rajah cocked his head and squinted. It *looked* like the prince that had taken Jasmine flying the night before, but his clothes were different, definitely the sort of thing a prince wouldn’t wear. He chuffed to get Jasmine’s attention, the sound curious more than threatening. What with everything that had been happening, he needed her to tell him what to do.
Jasmine broke away from the man and knelt in front of Rajah, petting him under the chin. “Rajah,” she said very seriously, “You’ve been a very, very good tiger, helping me out with the various suitors who have come to the palace. But I’ve finally found one who doesn’t just want my money, or Agrabah, or a pretty face to have by his side. He’s a good man, Rajah, and I want you to treat him the way you treat me. All right?”
Rajah licked her hand. She scratched behind his ears and got to her feet, beckoning the man closer. “Aladdin, this is Rajah. You’ve already met.”
“Nice to meet you, Rajah.” Aladdin said, only a bit of nervousness in his voice as he reached his hand out for Rajah to sniff. Rajah obligingly sniffed, getting the scent of sweat, dust, and animal hair. He’d peripherally noticed the monkey running around the balcony; apparently Jasmine wasn’t the only one to have a loyal pet. And if he cared for his pet, and if Jasmine liked him, then he would probably care for Rajah too.
So he nudged Aladdin’s hand with his nose, giving off a noise that wasn’t quite a purr, but certainly wasn’t a growl. He’d need to keep an eye on Aladdin, of course, but as long as Jasmine still liked him, he didn’t think there’d be anything to worry about. Besides, maybe now he could get a few extra tidbits at the dinner table…
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