He walked with an extravagant entourage, music playing, his vizier singing. Girls dancing, feathers of beautiful peacocks are seen, what a beautiful site to see. Loud banging of drums, trumpets heard from South to east.

"Prince Aladdin, Glamorous he, Ali Ababwa, Heard your princess was hot! Where is she?" He's vizier sang as they've got the king's blessing.

He's here for the princess, to win her heart. Her kingdom, her power.

Seeing all the other maidens fall for this Prince makes me come back to reality, I'm not a princess, nor someone as beautiful as her. I'm just her maid, I'm just Jasmine.

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DISCLAIMER

This is only a work of fiction. All culture, names, places, and relevance to real events are just coincidence.

I'm open for criticisms, correct me if I'm wrong in the culture. This is not appropriate for ages 17 and below, read at your own risk.

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