𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 ━━━ ❪ 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗. ❫ ✓

𝖔𝖓𝖊

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RASHIDA...WE HAVE to act now, Jafar will never rest until he has taken over the kingdom," The Sultan, Hamed, sternly commanded his eldest daughter,

"I've already told you, Baba. I'm not doing this, not for him. Not with him," Rashida stormed down the corridors, making her father chase after her.

"Please. He'll listen to you," Hamed said.

"No! He won't, he never does...if he did then he wouldn't have become Vizier in the first place!"

"This is the best plan we've got, Rashida! If you didn't want to help us to stop this, you shouldn't have told us in the first place!" Her father yelled loudly.

She opened the door to her chambers, stopping to face her father, "I did you a favour spying on him and his retched bird in the right place, at the right time! It's up to you now!"

"Rashida!" Her father yelled before she shut the door in his face, with a loud echo.

She turned around in a huff, before she saw her little sister, Jasmine, sitting on with her arms crossed on her bed.

"What do you want? Here to try and convince me further?" Rashida sat down at her mirror, looking at her own reflection, "I'm going to tell you same thing I just told Baba!"

Jasmine just rolled her eyes, "Shut up and come here."

Rashida turned to give her a nasty look, "Your giving me orders now?"

Jasmine patted on the space next to her, "Sit."

Rashida let out a deep sigh as she sulked over to her bed, lying down next to Jasmine.

"Never listen, do you Rashida?" Jasmine groaned as she lifted herself up to lie next to her sister on the bed.

"Well, go on then. What is it?"

"I know you like him."

"No, no I don't," Rashida tried to lie but her cheeks turned a bright red.

"Hmm...yeah right. You're not even trying to hide your cheeks this time."

"Okay, okay...maybe I have a little feeling for him..."

"Thank you!"

"But those feelings are nothing but of Saudade for our old friendship."

"Oh come on! Fine, even if you don't care about him...you care about Agrabah. You are going to be future Sultana...not very far in the future. So if I was you, I wouldn't be thinking about if I hated him or not, I'd be thinking about our people," Jasmine turned her head, looking away from the ceiling, to Rashida who smiled and let her frown ease defeatedly.

"I hate you, you always prove me wrong," Rashida flopped off the bed.

"That's because you always are," Jasmine smirked, hopping off Rashida's bed, "Meet me in the throne room in ten minutes."

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The Sultan sat upright upon the arrival of his eldest daughter, Rashida in the throne room.

He looked over at his daughter Jasmine, who sat beside him, petting Rajah with a smug look on her face.

"I told you she'd come, Baba," Jasmine said, secretly proud of herself for beating her dad.

"Remind me to never have doubts," Hamed said, giving Jasmine an approving nod.

Rashida rolled her eyes, "Where is he?"

"Guards. Bring him in!" The guards went through the doors, only to come out a few minutes later with a frantic look on their faces.

"He's missing...Jafar is gone!" Hakim shouted.

"Rashida, you find him. You convince him, and you bring that traitor to me," The Sultan said.