After Ever After

Where's Prince Ali?

Jasmine paced back and forth in her hotel room. Just a few days before, there had been terrorist attacks in America, and her husband, Aladdin, was being blamed for being a part of that. Her and genie flew to America immediately after Aladdin got taken away for interrogation.

"Everything alright there?" She heard from behind her, interrupting her nervous pacing.

It was Genie.

"Does everything look like it's alright?" Jasmine deadpanned. "I thought this was supposed to be the land of the free. Well I don't feel very free when they're holding my husband for something he didn't do. We're not even Taliban! We're Arabian! Our country shouldn't be involved in this at all! Even if it was from our country, why blame a whole nation for the stupidity of a couple men?"

"They'll come to their senses. It's obvious Al isn't related to what happened at all." Genie assured.

"You have magic. Can't you get him out of there?" Jasmine asked.

"I'm afraid not, princess."

Jasmine sighed. Who knows where Aladdin could be as of right now? Where were all these people when Jafar went crazy? No one bat an eye toward that. This was so unfair!
It was getting late and Jasmine went off to bed, still not hearing anything about her husband.

"Set free my Prince Ali." She spoke out into the darkness before falling asleep.

The next morning she woke up to a knock at the door. She heard Genie go to get it. A few soft words were exchanged before the door was shut again.

"Jasmine?" Genie called.

Jasmine slowly and reluctantly sat up.

"What is it?"

His sorrowful expression made Jasmine uneasy.

"It's about Aladdin." He murmured. "He was found guilty."

Jasmine's eyes widened as Genie went on. The next three words were words that Jasmine was hoping she wouldn't have to hear. That hope came crashing down as Genie uttered them.

"They killed him."