A/N: Now, here's the third chapter of Courtesan of Agrabah, which I renamed Desert Rose. I'd like to thank onlyindreams145 for beta reading and for her photoshopped picture of Jafar and Amana, which you can view on my TUMBLR and remind you that, if you recognize it from the Aladdin fandom, I don't own it with the exception of Abbas who belongs to hello_mintblooms. I also don't own the title, took that from a Sting song, which is really awesome. Jafar and Amana have taken over my mind to the point that I made a playlist for them on spotify and I wrote a separate drabble for them called 11 Minutes, if you want to check it out. I should warn you, it's a bit spoilery for my future plans. I also wrote a Jafar/Reader-Insert fanfic set in modern times called Addiction, if you want to check it out.

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"365 wives were mine but, in my heart, there was no love. Fifty palaces and I had no home. Riches among my subjects, I was the poorest of the poor. Every desire satisfied, I grew empty of desire and in my holdfast Kingdom I could find nothing to do."
-Ahmed (The Thief of Baghdad 1940)

"A Coronian duke!" Jamila exclaimed as she held a letter in her hand. "What are the odds that a visiting Coronian duke would request my company?"

Amana ignored Jamila as she looked through her own requests in the sitting room, trying to find one name and seeing nothing.

"Have you still not heard from your Grand Vizier?" Jamila asked sympathetically.

"The Grand Vizier is a busy man," Amana said nonchalantly. "And I do have other appointments."

"Such as who?"

"I am keeping Sanjay company tonight," Amana explained absentmindedly as she noticed Iago flying outside and snuck a few nuts from the bowl.

"The Amir from Shiribad again, I suppose that's... somewhat impressive," Jamila said.

Amana knew that Jamila was thinking, "But not as impressive as a Coronian duke."

"Forgive me, Jamila, but I must prepare for my night with Sanjay," she told her, about to walk up the stairs until seeing Farah. "Farah, why don't you come with me?"

Farah followed Amana to her bedchamber and then watched as she went to the balcony. "I'm sorry for what Jamila said," Farah told her. "A Shiribad Amir is just as impressive as a Coronian duke and I'm sure the Grand Vizier's just busy." Amana opened the balcony doors to let Iago in, who perched himself on the stand.

"Sorry, little boy," Amana gently told the parrot. "I didn't have time to go to the Bazaar, but I got this for you."

Amana opened her hand to show Iago the nuts she gathered, who ate them up greedily. "Who's the little bird?" Farah asked, reaching out her hand to pet Iago.

"This is Iago," Amana told her as Iago swallowed the last of the nuts. "He belongs to the Grand Vizier."

"Master," Iago squawked.

Farah gasped. "You mean this is the Grand Vizier's parrot?" she said and then gazed at Iago in awe. "And he sent him to you?"

Farah had that romantic gleam in her eye as she stroked Iago, who only squawked. "Master sent me."

"Then could you explain why—?"

"Farah!" Amana quickly interrupted causing the young pupil to draw back as Iago repeated her. "Be careful with your words."

"Why?" Farah asked with a confused blink.

"Because Iago will repeat what you say," Amana explained, going to her wardrobe. "And he could easily repeat those words to the wrong people."

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it," Farah said, petting Iago and cooing over him. "He's just a dumb little bird."

"You're right, he doesn't," Amana said, looking through her wardrobe as a frightening thought occurred to her.

But the Grand Vizier does.

She remained silent, continuing to stare at her wardrobe not even registering the different outfits in her mind.

"Amana, are you all right?" Farah asked her, distracting Amana from her worries.

"I am content," Amana said with a smile. "Only wondering what I should wear to meet Sanjay."

"Since this is a private meeting, you should wear one of your bedlahs," Farah said, beaming with pride.

"You learn fast," Amana told her. "However, not all patrons become aroused by a bedlah. There are some who entertain fantasies about corrupting innocent princesses."

"Is Sanjay one of them?" Farah asked her, taking a seat on Amana's bed.

"Usually, yes," Amana said, looking through the more elegant dresses. "Occasionally, he does have a preference for a bedlah but, this time, he wishes to see me in elegant attire."

"How are you so sure?"

"In his letter, Sanjay said that he'll be visiting Agrabah and he wishes to see his exotic princess once again," Amana explained, doing her best to hold back her laughter as her eyes stopped on a white dress with gold sequins and a black belt.

"Why not wear that bright blue dress and the lilac belt?" Farah suggested.

Amana had to hand it to Farah; she sure did have great taste. She took the bright blue dress with the gold outlining from her wardrobe and placed it on the bed, taking off her current clothes as Iago squawked.

"I do believe the little bird is getting excited," Farah joked.

"I believe it far more likely that he just craves attention," Amana said, moving to the desk to stroke Iago's feathers. "Isn't that right, little boy?"

"Right," Iago squawked.

Amana moved to collect the dress and put it on, modeling it for Farah. "Does this compliment me?" she asked.

"You look like a princess!" Farah practically squealed.

"Like a princess!" Iago repeated.

Amana gazed at herself in the mirror and, while she loved the look of the dress, she couldn't help but feel that something was missing. She took note of the lilac belt outlined in gold and grabbed a lilac veil from her wardrobe, placing it on her head and then looking at herself in the mirror with a smile.

"Perfect."

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Jafar watched Amana through Iago's eyes, getting a nice full view of her backside as she undressed, wearing nothing except for a snake bracelet on her right arm. Jafar imagined his hands exploring every voluptuous curve of her body and penetrating that beautiful round rear.

Call her! Jafar ordered Iago, putting him off guard to the point that he let out a large squawk, which, thankfully, made Amana turn around, and Jafar took in the sight of her large breasts with that narrow waist and a small tuft of black hair. She was the very image of perfection. Amana walked over to Iago, caressing his feathers in a way that made Jafar envious of his own parrot. He put his hand out, wanting to flick Amana's nipples and make her moan his name.

Did you forget that you can only see and not touch? Iago mocked.

Yes, I'm well aware! Jafar responded watching Amana put on that blue dress outlined in gold with the lilac belt and veil.

She looked to be the very symbol of beauty and elegance, and she was about to be wasted on that Shiribad Amir, the very thought making Jafar clench his fists.

You could just buy her for a night and save us both all of this trouble, Iago suggested.

I do plan on purchasing her eventually! Jafar shot back. I'm just... biding my time.

While you're 'biding your time', she's spending her time with the Shiribad Amir, Iago taunted.

She doesn't know that she's mine! Jafar defended. At least, not yet.

Jafar could picture the future, him taking his rightful place as Sultan, carving out his own empire, Hakeem as his loyal captain of the guard, enforcing his rules, his Queen a symbol of beauty and grace, and Amana by his side as his exotic and seductive paramour. Perhaps he would even pass a law saying that, if any man touched her, they would suffer death by beheading.

Nice fantasy, but you'll need a genie if you want to make it come true, Iago told him.

As much as he hated to admit it, Iago was right. Jafar severed the connection, removed his more elegant clothes and donned a brown robe, leaving himself hooded so no one would recognize him. He snuck out of the palace and went to the Bazaar, seeing the bustling of the people as the merchants advertised their wares as the smell of cardamoms, fruit and flowers assaulted his nose. Jafar went to a merchant selling rare bottles, picking up one and concentrating his limited magical energy on detecting any trace of magic inside and finding nothing. He picked up another bottle and used his magic to sense if there was anything in it, again coming up with nothing.

"Sir, is there a particular type of bottle you're looking for?" the merchant asked him.

"The perfect bottle," Jafar said, taking another bottle and trying to sense magic.

The merchant kept prattling on, but Jafar paid him no heed as he checked every bottle and then left when he found nothing. He went to the next stall that was selling oil lamps and, once again, found nothing.

"Magical bottle for sale!" a merchant from a nearby stall shouted. "Rub it and it'll grant you three wishes!"

Jafar went to the stall but, not wanting to be mistaken of a fool whether he was in disguise or not, was hesitant to take the man at his word.

"Where did you find this 'magical bottle?'?" Jafar asked the man.

The man only laughed. "I can see that you doubt me and, believe me, you have every right to," he informed him. "You see, I found this bottle during my travels through the desert."

"And you knew it was magical, how?" Jafar asked, picking up the bottle and examining it.

"I heard a voice inside," the man explained. "It said, release me and I will grant you three wishes!"

"So, you claim you heard a genie saying that he will grant you your heart's desires," Jafar said, concentrating on finding any trace of magic in the bottle. "And you chose to sell this powerful being in your stall?"

"Well, because..." the man said, struggling with his words as Jafar rolled his eyes.

Before the man could up with a decent lie, another man dressed in disheveled robes with a scruffy face ran up to him and started screaming. "BECAUSE GENIES ARE EVIL!" the man claimed and then grabbed him by the robes, an act that would have been punishable by death had he not been in disguise. "THEY KNOCK YOU OUT AND GIVE YOU THE ILLUSION OF A WISH WHILE SUCKING YOUR BLOOD DRY!"

Then the lunatic left in a rush, leaving Jafar standing there dumbfounded, finding no trace of magic in the bottle.

The merchant only laughed, "Street rats, huh?" he said lightly earning a glare from Jafar.

"I'm afraid that I can't purchase this bottle," Jafar told the merchant, trying to contain his laughter. "Just in case it does contain an evil creature that wants to feast on my blood."

Jafar left the dishonest merchant's stall and went into a laughing fit. He may not have found a genie, but hearing that ridiculous story certainly lifted his spirits.

"Flowers!" a nearby merchant shouted. "Flowers for sale!" She saw Jafar walk up to her stall. "You, sir, would you like to buy a flower for a loved one?"

Jafar stopped by the stall, gazing at the flowers to see daisies, sunflowers, lotuses, jasmines, red roses and a small bouquet of blue roses. "Are those blue roses genuine?" he asked her.

"You have a good eye, sir," the flower merchant praised. "Blue roses are the rarest kind of flower, representing mystery and the unattainable. It's said that the owner of one will have their wish granted." Then she smiled at him. "And, I can assure you, they are genuine."

"Don't they also erase the memories of those who smell them?" Jafar asked, remembering something he once read in a spell book.

The merchant laughed. "Sir, I assure you that it's an old wives' tale," she told him.

Jafar took the flower and dropped a few silvers on the stall. He left while holding a flower that was as rare as his future paramour's green eyes, the very woman who was about to waste herself on a Shiribad Amir. Jafar was about to squeeze the stem in his hand until a beautiful woman walked up to him.

"Hello, handsome," she said in a seductive tone as she lowered his hood and then drew back when she recognized his face, refusing to look into his eyes. "Forgive me, Grand Vizier."

Jafar put his hood back on. "I believe you were about to proposition me," he told her

After all, if Amana could entertain a Shiribad Amir, he could have some fun with a lady of the streets.

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"You ever thought about getting a cape?" Amana asked Heydar as the palace guards chased a young boy and a monkey down the streets shouting, "Stop, theif!"

"No," Heydar answered. "Why would I want that?"

"Usually, palace guards wear capes to distinguish themselves from ordinary citizens," Amana pointed out, indicating the guards around them.

"I'm not a palace guard."

"No, but you are a bodyguard," Amana said, watching the palace guards try to catch the thief and his monkey, only for them to be outsmarted each time. "And most of the bodyguards employed by Ishtar wear capes."

"I don't really like capes," Heydar admitted. "They slow you down and get caught in things too easily." Then he pointed to the young boy running from the guards. "If that boy were wearing a cape, he'd be in the Agrabah jail cells right now."

"You do realize that you're protecting the ladies of the court, not stealing from the Bazaar merchants," Amana joked, looking at the boy with admiration as he jumped on the rooftops, always one-step ahead of the guards.

"True but, if I want to do my job well, I can't risk anything slowing me down," Heydar said as one of the guards got their cape stuck in a loose board of a merchant stand.

"You may have a point," Amana admitted after seeing the guard fall backwards and break the stand, to the merchant's chagrin. "I suppose capes should be reserved for the higher up politicians."

Like the Grand Vizier, Amana thought before she could stop herself.

It wasn't long until they finally arrived at Sanjay's Agrabah Estate, a large building with two guards standing outside the door.

"Good Evening," she told the estate guards with her hands folded in front of her. "I am Lady Amana and this is my bodyguard, Heydar." Amana looked to Heydar, who bowed to the guards. "I believe Amir Sanjay is expecting us?"

"Lady Amana," the guard on the right said, bowing to her. "We were told to be expecting you."

"However, the same can't be said for your bodyguard," the one on the left added.

"Heydar is with me," Amana informed them.

"Very well, Lady Amana," the guard on the left said as they both let her and Heydar in. "Enjoy your stay."

"Thank you," she responded to them as they both let Amana and Heydar into Sanjay's palace.

Amana found herself greeted by multi-colored walls and planted firs and trees as a young woman came to greet her, refusing to look her in the eye. "Lady Amana," she greeted. "Amir Sanjay is waiting for you in his private chambers."

"Thank you," Amana said as she took her leave of the room as the young woman directed Heydar to where he would be staying.

Amana walked to the private chambers to see it in the same multi-colored appearance as the rest of the palace. There was a man with long and well-groomed black hair, dark brown eyes, a mocha complexion and wearing robes of purple and gold sitting on the dark blue chaise with a bottle of red wine in his hand and two empty glasses on the stand in front of it. His face lit-up when he saw Amana. "You look even more beautiful than when I last saw you," he told her.

Still spouting cliché dialogue, Amana thought bitterly. Instead of voicing her thoughts, she returned his smile and responded with, "It's lovely to see you again, Sanjay." She took a seat next to him on the chaise. "What brings you to Agrabah?"

"Do I need a reason to see you?" Sanjay asked as he poured two glasses for them.

"I am very flattered," Amana said, taking her glass. "However, I highly doubt you came all this way just to see me."

"I suppose I did need to get away," Sanjay explained, taking a drink from his glass. "The life of an Amir may be luxurious, but it is rather demanding."

Sanjay then explained about the complaints he'd been receiving from the commoners, such as not having enough food and how they'll survive for the coming storm. "Do you have any idea what a burden this places on me?" he asked her.

Must be difficult, Amana thought snidely. Sitting in your cozy estate while the common people worry about where their next meal is coming from.

"I am terribly sorry about the burdens you face," Amana said aloud, doing her best to elude sympathy.

"During times like these, only two things can bring a smile to my face," Sanjay told her as Amana took a drink, letting the warm liquid run down her throat. "Wine and you."

"And only one of us is legal in Agrabah," she told him jokingly.

Sanjay only gave a condescending laugh. "Only for those of us who lack the wealth to persuade Agrabah otherwise."

As much as Amana hated to admit it, he did have a point. Agrabah had no shortage of citizens unable to afford an apple, yet many of the nobles manage to purchase wine on the black market for their more elaborate parties. Amana took another large gulp of the bitter liquid and put the glass down. "Has the wine already done its job?" she asked Sanjay, leaning closer to him and running her fingers through his smooth hair.

Sanjay put his own glass down and accepted Amana's embrace. "I'd say that it has."

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"The Grand Vizier of Agrabah," the woman said in awe, unable to believe her eyes and she sat next to Jafar on his bed. "Forgive me, Grand Vizier, if I had—!"

Jafar shut the woman up with a kiss that she eagerly returned. "Right now, I am not the Grand Vizier of Agrabah," he told her as he led her to his dark colored bed. "Just another customer."

The woman still refused to meet his eyes, but he put his finger under her chin and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips, his tongue waiting at her mouth as she granted him entry, massaging his tongue with her own. Then he led her hands to the knots that held up his robes and let her untie them, exposing his muscular physique covered in red scars. He quickly removed the woman's hakim pants and broke the kiss to take her top off. Then he pushed her head down toward his hard member.

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Sanjay wasted no time getting Amana's dress off as their lips melted into each other. Amana took Sanjay's robes off to reveal a slightly skinny yet muscular physique. Amana moved her lips to Sanjay's neck, leaving feather kisses as her patron moaned. "What do you want me to do?" he asked.

Amana lowered Sanjay's hand to her jewel, moaning as she felt his fingers playing with it, giving her a warm feeling between her thighs. Then she raised herself up, positioning her entrance right above his arousal with a teasing smile as he gave her a pleading look. Amana lowered herself right on his member and raised Sanjay's hands to stroke her breasts.

Would Jafar need my direction? She wondered as she moaned aloud.

Then, out of nowhere, she found herself picturing Jafar in Sanjay's place.

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The woman wasted no time taking his dick into her eager mouth, her lips going up and down his member as he grabbed her head, thrusting himself inside of her. Jafar closed his eyes, imagining Amana's succulent red lips on his hard dick, his hands grasping her thick wavy brown hair, as she tasted his essence on her tongue. He felt himself nearing his climax, grabbing her head in one final thrust. "Amana!"

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Amana found her pace going faster, her moans getting louder and louder as she came, about to call for Jafar when she caught herself just in time and called for Sanjay. Then she felt another climax approaching, feeling even more tempted to call out for the vizier but still managed to stop herself as Sanjay came inside of her, going limp.

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The woman took her lips off Jafar's dick and took a seat next to him, refusing to look him in the eye. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" she asked suggestively as her confidence picked up, putting her hands on Jafar's well-toned chest and tracing one of his scars with her finger. "How did you—?"

Jafar pushed the whore off before she could finish her question. Then he took a few coins from his wallet and tossed them at the woman. "Leave," he commanded harshly as she just lied there on the floor. "Have you gone deaf, woman?" he demanded, raising his voice. "I said 'leave!'"

The woman scrambled up to her feet and put her clothes back on, about to leave through the front door. "Out the back way!" Jafar ordered as she changed direction and then he threw a brown robe at her. "And disguise yourself!" The whore put the brown robe on her, covering her face with the hood as she finally left the way Jafar instructed. As soon as she left, he put his clothes back on and grabbed the blue rose on the nightstand, taking it with him to his lair.

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Amana lied in Sanjay's arms on the chaise, her head lying on his chest. "I doubt that I have ever received such a reaction from you before," he acknowledged.

"Perhaps it's from how grateful I am to see you again," Amana suggested as Sanjay ran his fingers through her hair.

"Then maybe I should have stayed away longer," Sanjay joked.

Maybe never come back, Amana thought bitterly, despite knowing that she needed this connection to Shiribad.

"Would you really be able to go that long without seeing me, darling?" Amana asked him teasingly.

"I suppose that much is true," Sanjay told her with a smile. "I can hardly stand being away from you for one second, much less years."

Here it comes again, Amana thought as she kept her smile plastered on.

"I want you to become my paramour," Sanjay said to her.

"Sanjay, we've had this discussion before," Amana told him sadly. "I'm not opposed to becoming your paramour, but I have a life in Agrabah."

"You can have a life in Shiribad," Sanjay insisted as Amana got off him. "I will shower you in gold, jewels, give you exotic foods from foreign countries, take you to see Corona."

"Why Corona?" Amana asked as she put her dress back on.

"Is that not the land of your birth?" Sanjay asked her as he got up from the chaise.

"No," Amana said hesitantly, putting her veil back on. "Arendelle is the land of my birth."

"Then I will take you to Arendelle!" Sanjay quickly corrected, putting his clothes back on. "And to Corona, wherever your heart desires."

"Darling, you make a generous offer, but I'm sure that there are many other beautiful women who would love nothing more than to share their lives with you," Amana answered politely.

"Then I must be cursed," Sanjay said, walking towards Amana and placing his hand on her cheek. "For the only beauty I can see is yours."

You say that now, Amana thought snidely. But wait until you've had me for a few months. You'll be seducing one of the serving maids in the kitchen.

"Thank you, Sanjay," Amana said politely as she walked to the door. "But I really must take my leave of you now."

"Very well," Sanjay told her as she left his room. "I will be counting the days until I can see you again."

Amana went to the sitting room to find Heydar in the middle of a sword fight with one of the servants. She leaned back on the wall and watched Heydar and the servant's swords clash loudly as their feet danced with expert footwork. Heydar managed to catch the servant off guard with a swing and won the practice duel, to Amana's delight. She applauded as Heydar and the servant put their swords down and shook hands. Then Heydar turned to face Amana. "Time to leave already?" he asked, sounding almost disappointed

"My business here is finished."

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"I take it the Amir asked you to be his paramour again," Heydar said as they walked through the marketplace.

"How did you know?"

"Because you haven't said a word during the entire walk," Heydar pointed out.

"I just don't understand," Amana said as a fruit vendor sold dates to a mother and her two children. "Sanjay rules an estate, he has connections with the Sultans of both Shiribad and Agrabah, he can have any woman he wants and he has an exotic lady of the court who makes time to visit him." Amana passed by a beggar collecting coins and tossed a few coppers in the bowl. "Yet he's not content with everything he has."

"It's actually quite common," Heydar explained, dropping a couple of his own coppers in the bowl. "The more people have, the more they want." Then he added bitterly. "Trust me, I'm living proof."

"How?" Amana asked. "You're the most content guy I know."

"I didn't used to be," Heydar admitted. "You didn't know me when I was a child, but I was horrible. I was unreasonably demanding, I pushed the servants' children around for no other reason than I could, I refused to study and there was nothing my tutors could do about it. I could have an entire playroom designed for me and throw a tantrum because it was the wrong color of beige." Heydar's eyes went misty. "I was always so focused on what I didn't have, and it took losing everything to make me appreciate what I've got."

"Must be common among men," Amana remarked. "Because I am perfectly content with my life the way it is."

"Somehow, I doubt that," Heydar remarked.

Amana turned to Heydar angrily. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"If you were content with your life as it is, you'd be satisfied with being another lady of the court," Heydar explained. "But you have to be the most desired one."

"So I fail to appreciate what I have because I want to be the best at my job?" Amana responded.

"Notice that you said, 'the best' and not 'your best,'" Heydar pointed out.

"What's the difference?" Amana asked with a shrug.

"Being 'your best' means that you'd be satisfied with your current patrons and being 'the best' means you won't be satisfied until you have everything," Heydar explained. "Why else would you be so anxious to get a request from the Grand Vizier?"

This stopped Amana cold in her tracks. "So, you know," she said calmly.

"You may be able to fool everyone else but not me," Heydar told Amana. "I see the look in your eyes when Jamila taunts you about it, even if you tried to hide it with a smile. So you either want to manipulate him or you're in love with him." Heydar gave it a moment's thought. "Knowing you, it's the former."

"Everyone manipulates someone," Amana told Heydar unapologetically. "It's how the game is played."

"Just be careful how you play," Heydar warned her. "From my experience, people who try to have everything often end up with nothing."

* * *

Jafar was in his lair, looking through his spell book as Iago slept on the perch. He came across a forgetfulness spell, which was often casted on blue roses. It would explain why he mistakenly believed that a sniff would cause you to forget everything. Perhaps he could try it on Amana, make her forget her old life and convince her that she was his devoted paramour. Then again, that could make people suspicious and he wouldn't be able to concentrate on overthrowing the Sultan if he had to focus on giving Amana a new life. There was also that annoying true love clause that could get in the way, such as that bodyguard of hers trying to "rescue" Amana from him. The very thought made Jafar laugh. Somehow, he highly doubted that the meddlesome bodyguard would be able to break the spell, if he ever casted it. Jafar heard the many fairy tales about women of high status falling in love with those beneath them, but they were just fairy tales. Women as beautiful and sophisticated as Amana never fall in love with men below them, an image of a woman with straight raven black hair, skin kissed by the sun, a body as curvaceous as Amana's and covered in the finest silk and jewelry with a teasing smile entering his thoughts.

Such as you, her snide voice taunted.

He was Grand Vizier to the Sultan of Agrabah and Amana was the bastard daughter of a noble and a commoner.

She was living in luxury, tended to by servants and feasting on exotic dishes from faraway countries while you were stealing bread from the Bazaar.

He found a spell that could make whoever sniffed the blue rose obedient to every command, which was no different from his snake staff. Therefore, there was no point in even casting that spell.

There's no point in this mission at all, the woman's voice said. Nothing short of a magic spell will make her love a former street rat like you.

I'm not a street rat, he argued back. Not anymore.

Doesn't matter, the woman mocked. You're nothing more than a pawn in that woman's game. As soon as you're no use to her, she'll dispose of you like waste in a chamber pot.

Her cruel laughter filled his head.

"SHUT UP!" Jafar screamed pounding the desk with his fists as tears formed in his eyes, waking Iago from his sleep.

"Is Master okay?" he asked Jafar.

"I'm fine!" Jafar responded harshly, that evil woman disappearing from his thoughts.

"Master doesn't sound fine," Iago pointed out.

Jafar was just about to tell that obnoxious parrot off until he saw the pages land on just the spell he needed.

* * *

Amana lied on her chaise, her head positioned on her folded arms as she gazed at the night sky of the balcony, thinking about Heydar's words. She wasn't trying to have everything; she was only playing her strengths to her advantage in order to gain an ally in Jafar.

Who's clearly lost interest in you.

No, Jafar had not lost interest in her, not after their little game. Then again, he might not have found her interesting enough to solve her mystery. It didn't matter; Jafar was not the only powerful man who could protect her from that awful snake.

But none quite as powerful as a Grand Vizier, the cynical thoughts told her. And nowhere near as handsome and mysterious.

That was true. While Jafar might not want to know more about her, she certainly wanted to know more about him. Then again, perhaps she was jumping to conclusions. As Grand Vizier, his duties must keep him busy.

Too busy to request you?

Amana closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would drown the negative thoughts away. Then a tap on the balcony door made her open her eyes as she got up from her chaise. She let the bird in and watched him drop a blue rose with a note attached to it on her stand. Amana took the note off the rose and read, "We still need to finish our game. —J"

Amana held the rose in her hands and brought it to her nostrils, closing her eyes as she inhaled its exotic scent. She couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips. "Yes, we do."

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A/N: I finally revealed the other half ofAmana's lineage, which I already started a poll for on DA and Tumblr and, Ihave to say, I'm surprised no one said Arendelle. Okay, one person did but they didn'tunderstand what they were voting for. Thething about genies granting the illusion of wishes and sucking your blood drycame from Supernatural that, in all honesty, felt like a more realistic take oncreatures that are supposed to be the most powerful beings in theuniverse. I wanted to include that inthe last chapter, but some crazy guy shouting that at the Bazaar felt morerealistic. Anyway, looks like Jafar andAmana are both playing a game and neither one of them will stop until they getwhat they want. Who do you think thewoman in Jafar's head is? No, it is notPrincess Jasmine. She's twelve years oldright now and hasn't blossomed into a woman yet.