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"I decided I would take Jafar's advice," Maleficent said coyly, stroking her chin. Phillip looks back at her with a glare. He can feel the ropes around his wrists chafing his skin. The gag in his mouth is dry and he is currently bowed before Maleficent at the door of her horrid castle, atop the bridge. Her underlings stole his hat and cape and took his horse to who-knows-where. With the Prince already bound and gagged, under her power, Maleficent ordered her little gremlins to prepare a watery death. There were plenty of old, crumbling gargoyles that would make a decent weight to drag a human to their doom in the moat surrounding her ghastly castle. "Of course, I won't tell him I actually found his idea decent. He is an arrogant man as it is," The thirteenth fairy strokes Phillip's jawline gently with her long nails, enjoying the helpless Prince's inner panic building at her machinations, "You royals really are in the same, irksome boat." The gremlins squabbled in their

The full moon was like a nod, a tip of the hat, to the end of a perfect evening. He’d snagged the princess’s heart. He wasn’t able to quite keep his secret in the end though. Boy, what fun that would have been, playing prince the rest of his life. He thought he did a pretty good job too. As he was going back to his designated guest quarters in the palace, he noticed a small ensemble of the castle guard near his room; three burly men with scimitars at their side. “Hi, can I help you gentlemen?” The street rat in disguise says. “The grand and high vizier Jafar would like a word with you.” “At this hour? Can’t he wait a bit till’ breakfast? A prince needs his sleep.” He had said it in a light-hearted manner. The stone faces of the guards show his humor did not amuse. They sternly stared at him. “... Well, alright, if this is that important!” Aladdin gives an exasperated sigh of mock-fatigue, “In Ababwa, this would be easily a punishable offense, disturbing my sleep!” The guards look to