📖 + au where jafar wins and jay is the son of the sultan?
an accident — that is what he is, what he knows always and understands completely. though jafar brings him into the palace, acknowledges the baby — never the mother; never, even to the end — as his son, illegitimate though he is, there is no world in which jabir — jay, as he is called by his nurse and common-born friends, sons and daughters of castle servants, his only companions until he grows up and is ripped from their company when the sultan finally has use for him — is well and truly wanted or respected by jafar. however, the sultan finds use for the boy when he grows, gains muscle and an intimidating, engaging physical presence. jay finds himself instructed to deal with unseemly, dirty matters — only matters a lowborn bastard is fit to handle.
he knows the other kingdoms, nearby royals and monarchs, do not care for his father’s rule of agrabah — many in agrabah herself do not care for their sultan; not an uncommon realization or sensation to experience for jay — but war is never favorable to peace for these other ruling parties, no matter the natures of the peace-keeping royalty. jafar makes plans to marry — again, the third wife in jay’s lifetime — and needs to treat with well-born royals to find a wife, all to give birth to an acceptable heir. not his bastard from who-knows-where stock and breeding.
keeps jay at the fringes of the formal gathering of foreign leaders and nobility, but some of the princesses take note of him — including prince philip and princess aurora’s young, pretty daughter. bows to the father of the princess, silver eyes smiling. “ i hope you will forgive my forwardness, your highness. princess audrey is marvelously enchanting. ” // @princedreamnt .
