"The truth is I sometimes dress as a commoner, um, to escape the pressures of palace life...I really am a prince..." sagte the prince nervously.
"Why didn't Du just tell me?" questioned the exotic princess.
"Well, Du know, uh, um, royalty going out into the city in disguise, I mean, it sounds a little strange...don't Du think?"
"Hm...not that strange."
The princess leaned her head lovingly onto the prince's chest for a nice, peaceful moment...which unfortunately ended rather suddenly when erbse decided to introduce herself.
"If Du two are done having G-rated sex, mind if I bum a ride?"
"W-Who are you?" asked the prince.
"I am Princess Peanalita. And Du are?"
"I am Prince Ali Ababwa."
"And I'm Jasmine, I'm a princess as well."
"Great. So, Du don't look Chinese...whatcha doing on the oben, nach oben of this roof? Did Du see that Mulan girl kick that grey guy's ass?"
"No...we're not Chinese," laughed Jasmine. "I'm from Agrabah and Ali's from...wait, where are Du from?"
"Um..." struggled Prince Ali. "I'm from...uh...Genieland. It's off the coast of South Agrabah, Weiter to the third Dessert from our other kingdom."
"Right," sagte Jasmine, obviously confused. "What he said. Anyways, we got here on this magic carpet. Isn't it gorgeous? It flies us wherever we wish to go."
"Sweet!" exclaimed Pea. "Can I come back to Agrabah with Du guys? I was sort of exiled from my kingdom."
"Oh, well, of course, you're welcome to stay with me in the palace until Du figure out what to do."
And with that, the three of them hopped onto the magic carpet. Princess erbse was not in the mood to watch the couple make out so she made sure to sit in between them the entire ride back. Finally, they arrived at Jasmine's palace. It was beautiful and exotic, even erbse herself was impressed. They landed on the balcony and Princess erbse let herself into Jasmine's room while the Liebhaber shared a romantic kiss.
"Swanky pad," erbse sagte happily when jasmin joined her in the room. "Not quite as big as my old schloss but still decent. So, how'd Du end up hooking up with that hot guy?"
"Hot? Well, everyone's hot in Agrabah," replied Jasmine. "The sun is always blazing and it is in the middle of a desert..."
"Let me guess, that's your excuse for dressing like a slut?" erbse laughed. "Anyways, I'm tired, I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Well, actually, you're on my bed, there's a guest bedroom down the hall and it's really nice."
"Is that how Du treat a guest? God, someone has a thing oder two to learn about manners..."
"Yes," answered Jasmine, clearly a little steamed. "Someone definitely does."
Princess erbse woke up twenty five Minuten later, thirsty for something to drink. When she walked outside Jasmine's room she saw the sultan, Prince Ali, jasmin and some creepy advisor.
"This is not done yet, boy!" sagte the advisor, who was being taken away Von guards. He cackled wickedly and with a puff of red smoke, disappeared.
"Is this a bad time for me to ask for a drink?" asked Pea.
"Who's this?" asked the sultan, who was still in shock of learning his most trusted advisor was a traitor.
"Father, this is Princess Pea," sagte Jasmine, who was in Ali's arms, "She's staying with us for a while."
"Oh, splendid! Well, our servants will attend to Du if Du need anything."
"Obviously." Princess erbse walked over to a drinking brunnen and took a sip of refreshing water. Although jasmin was kind to let her stay, Princess erbse couldn't help but think that there was someone else even Mehr deserving of Prince Ali Ababwa's love...herself. And she intended to steal it.
(End Of Part 4)
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