Moonlit Encounter // The Duke & Jafar
A tall man with a turban walked about a very clean kingdom. While it was indeed beautiful, it wasn't in his usual taste. That wouldn't matter, however, because he could always do some creative redecorating. Already he was assuming the kingdom to be his. Jafar had a tendency for being very loyal to his own goals. Once he had a plan, he went to any means to achieve them. He had no doubt in his mind that Luxembourg would soon belong to him.
The sorcerer peered up at a white castle. It shined against the stars that were out that night. It seemed like a very peaceful home. No doubt the rulers inside had little worries. That was exactly how he liked them- carefree. He took a moment to gaze up at it's majesty before sighing. It would take some work, but the prize would be well worth it.
"It appears as if they're having a party." He spoke to himself while watching the pale light flowing out of the windows. "Perhaps it's time to rub some elbows."