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“Imagine an independent, roguishly handsome young man, quick with a laugh and a joke. Slow to find honest work. Imagine a…me with no thought for any other person, no thought beyond the moment’s fun. But with two people to be responsible for.
He never would have dared kiss the royal princess Jasmine. But it turned out he didn’t need to. The royal princess Jasmine leaned over and kissed him. Her skin was warm and smelled of sand and mint. Aladdin melted into the kiss like his whole body had been waiting for it and he didn’t even know it himself. She put her hands around his neck and drew him in closer. One of her hands worked up into his hair, the other onto his shoulder, with a need he hadn’t realized she felt.
“In the palace?” the man asked in a daze. Jafar’s face broke from sorcerous concentration to crumble into annoyance. “If she was in the palace, why would I be looking for her?” “It’s a very big palace,” the man answered.
Representing the Alchemaics was the scarred and one-eyed Kimiya, who despite her frightening appearance greeted everyone with a friendly, lopsided smile. She brought incendiaries.
