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missjane-porter:

Jane couldn’t help but notice the change in decor and the change in atmosphere in general. Yes, something certainly had changed but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Watching the guards leave, she felt her stance shift a bit by the idea of being left alone in a room with the…wait, did he just say no longer the Vizier? Her brows knitted together in a brief moment of confusion before she gave a smile to make up for it.

“Not the—the Vizier? But I thought you got…promoted,” she asked, her last words a bit spaced as her own mind begun to piece things together. “Oh,” she added softly, almost inaudible when she realized the fat, bubbly little man was no longer here. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked to the floor then back up at him and gave a smile that was questionable where or not it was genuine. “Sultan? That is„,that is fascinating news! How, may I ask, did you obtain such a position,” she paused and realized it was probably not within reason to call him Jafar, “Your highness?”

“Yes. I suppose you could call it a well deserved promotion,” he said with a grin still firmly on his features. Then within a few more moments of putting two and two together, Jane had understood. It was incredibly interesting seeing her work through the clues this way and he couldn’t help but chuckle, as if that were her reward. “You, my dear, may still call me Jafar. I took over after an unfortunate incident, really. It seems as though the former Prince Ali, or Aladdin, saw to the death of the former Sultan. Jasmine, on the other hand, was kidnapped, though we do have some evidence that leads us to believe Aladdin was involved at some point. As per law, of course, he was dealt with accordingly. As there were no more royal members by blood, it leaves the royal vizier to take the throne. Though of course it was done with a heavy heart.” The snake like quality of Jafar was ever apparent, though just as charming in his usual diction. Little did the British woman know: Aladdin was killed by the hand of Mozenrath, Jasmine was lead to Maleficent’s lair and the Sultan was locked away within his own lair, mind void of any thoughts.

“And you, my dear? I trust you have been keeping well?”

Jane brought a dainty hand up to her lips as her brows knitted together in thought. It didn’t take a mindreader or a psychologist to read and understand his cocky tone. His story was all too convenient. “That’s horrible news about Aladdin and Jasmine and of course the late Sultan. He was such a lovely man.” She paused and felt rather sad to hear such a horrible fate. “And that poor girl losing both the men in her life. I trust you have your best to find her?”

Why wasn’t she surprised something like this happened? She didn’t know the man as well as she knew others in her life but she knew him well enough to know his true intentions and she knew not to test his temper. Those sapphire eyes has wandered off in thought and she had to reel herself back in to give all her attention to the new Sultan. “Oh…yes. I suppose I have been. Nothing nearly as exciting has happened in my life. Seems Nigel may be out of my life, though.” Her face grew sad and her posture slumped every so slightly. “Not the brightest news, but news nontheless,” oh there she went again. Rambling on like she tended to do when she got carried away. “Sorry. The Sultan doesn’t need to hear such mundane things from a commoner’s life.” Jane gave a small chuckle that could be interpreted as nervous.

beard-is-so-twisted:

Of course Jane wasn’t the only one that he had sent a letter to. There were a good number of correspondences that he felt the need to flaunt his new power over. He knew that the citizens of this well known kingdom were well inept in providing news word of mouth. Though there were a number of individuals he wished to tell personally. Or as personally as he could given the resources. Jafar wouldn’t be traveling as much anymore, which was rather fine by him. He felt more comfortable within the walls of his own palace now. Why leave something that was his?

Jane was of course greeted by the members of the guards. Not just anyone could see the sultan. There were a number of visitors that had made their way to him but with Jafar’s scarce time and his standards at this point, he had turned a number away. However when there was news of a particular British woman arriving, he welcomed it.

At this point Jafar had not seated himself in the throne. He thought better of it; it would be far more interesting to see Jane’s expression given only his robes. When he saw her he couldn’t help but smirk. She was just as bubbly and bright as ever. Admittedly, it was a lovely sight. Jafar dismissed the guards and requested no interruptions as he welcomed her into the throne room.

Interlacing his fingers together Jafar took a moment to look over her features before he spoke. “Mm, I’m no longer vizier, Miss Porter.”

Jane couldn’t help but notice the change in decor and the change in atmosphere in general. Yes, something certainly had changed but she couldn’t put a finger on it. Watching the guards leave, she felt her stance shift a bit by the idea of being left alone in a room with the…wait, did he just say no longer the Vizier? Her brows knitted together in a brief moment of confusion before she gave a smile to make up for it.

“Not the—the Vizier? But I thought you got…promoted,” she asked, her last words a bit spaced as her own mind begun to piece things together. “Oh,” she added softly, almost inaudible when she realized the fat, bubbly little man was no longer here. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, she looked to the floor then back up at him and gave a smile that was questionable where or not it was genuine. “Sultan? That is„,that is fascinating news! How, may I ask, did you obtain such a position,” she paused and realized it was probably not within reason to call him Jafar, “Your highness?”

A deep sigh left those soft, rose-tinted lips as sapphire eyes scanned the letters of an essay entitled: “Behaviors of Capuchin Monkeys and their Young”. The months had been grueling, both in the sense that the poor girls was sick of reading horribly written anthropology papers and the fact that Nigel was far too busy with work to see Jane at all. The young woman felt rather depressed and was certainly far from herself. So it was a surprise when she grabbed a letter after she had placed away the essay. Jane had not expected her next item to grab from her stacks of paper to be a lovely envelope made from fine parchment of the East. Her brows knitted together in wonder for a moment until she recognized the familiar elegant script that was so easily distinguishable. She quickly brought it to her chest as she stood and hurried to the Victorian couch that settled underneath a large window where the sun’s rays gladly welcomed their self in. The woman could not help but give a small smile to herself.

With her free hand she pushed aside her dress and took a seat, taking a moment to stare at the envelope for a moment before she dared open it. It had seemed like years since the Vizir and the Lady had spoken but in reality it had been only a few months. Taking her lower lip between her teeth, Jane gave a quick glance to make sure her father was not around to witness it. Yes, it felt like a dirty secret, and in a sense it was. But, honestly, what was wrong about two adults being friends? I wouldn’t exactly call in friendship…,she reminded herself before pushing away those thoughts. With delicate fingers, she opened the envelope and pulled out a single piece of parchment. Her eyes quickly read what it said and she smiled to herself. He wanted her to come for a visit. He had some exciting news that could only be shared in person. Hmm, what could possibly be going?

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A hand was kept over her fluttering stomach the entire trip and as she stepped out of the sedan chair with help from a servant, Jane felt a rush of memories flood her mind and heart. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come. Oh, pish-posh Jane, you two are merely friends and you need to be here to support his good news. Whatever it may be. As she was lead up into the palace, failing to remember how many bloody stairs there were, she felt her heart stop beating when those azure eyes caught his frame standing atop the stairwell. His new robes billowed in the wind and the sun amplified the smirk upon his features. He hadn’t changed a bit.

“Jafar—I mean Vizir,” Jane smiled brightly with a nod of her head and gave a small curtsey. “It has been far too long.”

janemarieporter:

umbrella :]

((OOC:That’s funny because I am a Capricorn. Jane I am meant to be you. xD))

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I’m alive but…yeah…I’ll give a description as to why I was gone for long. Sorry for the MIA! D=

-Jane

Jane’s brows shot up when she felt someone tap her arm; a bit hard for her dainty body. As she turned around she smiled to the lively woman before giving a light chuckle. “Tag? Goodness, it has been ages since I have played!”

She placed a finger against her lips in thought. “Hmm, 10 random facts about myself? I suppose I will try.”

“I started drawing at the age of five. Granted I was horrible but still, that is when I started. My hair used to go down past my waist. Daddy took me to the zoo and I was terrified by the baboons when I was seven. I love shoes. Hmm….I have a room completely filled with my sketchbooks and how-to books. I love to cuddle when I sleep. I don’t care for mango. I graduated from Cambridge University.I love to walk and dance in the rain. And, let’s see, my tenth random fact…Agraba may be my new favorite place to visit.”

Jane smiled brightly before she wandered off, wondering who to tag.

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