The son of Aladdin and Jasmine

Chapter 1

The heat in the cave became a lot less intense as the time went on. Aziz was pretty sure that the clothes that he was put in had something to do with that, but forgive him for not exactly being grateful for it. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt so exposed in his life. His bare back was pressed against the metal throne that the djin was sat on and while the cool was a relief, Jafar's eyes raking down his body didn't exactly help his discomfort.

"You look much better like this, you know," Jafar said, running a hand through the boy's hair, "Much more like your mother."

"Keep my mother's name out of your mouth," Aziz snapped, "You have no right to talk about her."

"Well, aren't you bold?" He said, gripping the boy's hair, "Do you always mouth off to your captors?"

"I try not to make a habit out of being kidnapped," Aziz responded, wincing a little at the man's grip, "Like how I'm sure you don't make a habit of getting defeated by a woman half your size and a poor little street rat-"

There was a sudden pain in the side of his head, where Jafar had hit him. 

Was that the best that he could do?

"Wow, what a strong hit," Aziz drawled out, sarcasm dripping from his voice, "I thought you were supposed to be some big bad villain."

"No wonder your parents prefer your siblings over you," Jafar mumbled.

"And how the fuck would you know that?" Aziz asked, glaring up at him.

'How the fuck would he know?'

It's not like it was a huge secret in his family. He was sure the whole kingdom knew of it. Of course, knowing about it, and actually saying it to his face were two completely different things.

"I was in your father's mind, Aziz," The djin told him, tilting his head up, "I know far about your parent's opinions about you than you think."

"You think I'm actually going to believe you?" Aziz asked, tilting his head, "How stupid do you honestly think I am?"

"Why would I lie to you, Aziz?" Jafar asked, "It's not like you're going to see any of them again. It's not worth lying about."

"I'm not my grandfather," Aziz said simply, "You can't lie to me the same way you did to the old man."

It wasn't a lie. It wasn't a lie, and he knew it. He'd known for years, despite how hard his parents tried to act otherwise. His dead brother mattered more than he did in their eyes. Well, not dead, dead but presumed to be.

"You and I both know the truth about what they think of you," Jafar hummed, "I'm sure they would have admitted it to you soon enough."

"Shut the fuck up."