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~Governor Ratcliffe~

Name: John Ratcliffe
Other Names: John Sicklemore
Age: 33
Occupation: Governor

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age Twenty):



Appearance - Today (Age Thirty-Three):



Personality Traits:
John is, in general, an arrogant, spiteful bully. It is very likely that his slight narcissistic nature stemmed from him being spoiled by his parents throughout his childhood. He was fed from a silver spoon, pampered, and never learned to want for anything. He believes himself superior to most people because of his status in England as Governor that started even before that, from coming from a rich, powerful family with social standing. He is boastful of his accomplishments and always directing the spotlight towards him as he thrives on being the center of attention, never afraid to make people aware of his money, achievements and influence.

Although John does have a decent track record of his own accomplishments in life, such as sailing across the world to discover Neverland for himself, infiltrate the Indian camp and take prisoners (one being his current wife), John's reputation is a bit more stretched than most people would believe. When John is faced with a problem that he is unable to solve on his own, he throws money at the situation, depending on others (also with power) to finish the job and then placing even more money on top of that to keep them quiet so that he may brag and boast as though he had done it himself. And when things don't go according to John's plan, his pompous, spoiled demeanor shifts into something much more childish as it is customary for John to throw small fits, make hasty "revenge" plans and act very spur-of-the-moment.

He is very neglectful of the important things in life such as his wife and needing to start a family and instead focuses on new developments that will help him get richer, more powerful and even more infamous. He is unafraid to get his hands dirty and cut out those in the way granted they are, in his eyes, insignificant. Others with power do intimidate him though he will never outwardly show it, or at least tries not to.

Skills:
John is surprisingly a very bright man, having taken his studies very seriously as a child especially on the topics of geography, navigation and history. That being said, John was exposed to many of these things in his younger days and had learned very quickly how to sail, explore and document important events. He has an intangible memory when it comes to things other people have said to him which comes in handy when John uses those words against people to back them into uncomfortable corners to get his way. On top of this, John has a very uncanny way of being able to lie without stirring suspicion. His lies are deeply considered in relation to how it might fall back on him one day and will go out of his way to make sure his lies can't be unearthed as untrue and make them as believable as possible.

Although he may not appear to be, John is also quite strong in his physical stature. He takes his fitness seriously as his body must be in peak condition when out exploring new land and running a ship. He also keeps fit by his daily practice in swords, rifles, pistols and daggers. He's a decent swordsman but his true niche comes from his ability to aim a gun, both rifle and pistol - he almost never misses.

Biography (Before Earth):
John was born into a very, very comfortable life of the rich and influential. He was the only child to his mother and father and therefore never had to experience sibling rivalry or how to share. He was very close to his mother as she never believed in nursemaids or servants to raise her boy and instead gave up her own time to spend as much time with him as she could, helping him to learn and grow. However, unfortunate circumstances befell the Ratcliffe home when John lost his mother when he was just nine years old to an incurable disease. It was then that John decided that he wanted to explore the world - all worlds - so that he may find cures to otherwise incurable diseases.

Death was a very hard concept for John to learn as a child. After his mother's passing, John would still hold conversations with her, talking to the air as though she were still there, making sure that there was always an empty seat at the table next to him for her to sit and eat. He refused to acknowledge the fact that she was gone and to this day, because his young mind had told John that it was normal, still refers to his mother as though she were still with him at all times.

The most notable thing John has done in his life was when he was a mere twenty years old. A voyage to go out and discover new land was set, funded by the King as they had reliable sources that the trip would prove to be a profitable one. The research behind the voyage took up all of four years before being granted permission as John had started the project at only sixteen years old. Neverland was discovered and though John and his crew never came across the fairies or lost boys native to the land, John's brush with the Indians and Pirates made him filthy rich upon his return. Indians were killed and captured, pirates were tortured and forced to give up their riches. And only two months later, John and his men were on their way back to England to turn in their findings, never to realize the other wonders of Neverland such as it's immortality and other local inhabitants.

One of the prisoners John took back to England with him was a six year old Indian girl by the name of Pocahontas who, at first was used only for exhibits, bragging rights and showing off - a living trophy. But as the young girl blossomed into a fruitful woman, John took other interests in her and married Pocahontas upon her sixteenth birthday. Aside from the occasional bedroom pleasurings, John pays very little attention to his wife as he is often very busy with other things. Future voyages, finishing collections, investments... almost everything comes before Pocahontas as she in turn, even through marriage, is almost nothing more than the ultimate trophy of his accomplishments.

Biography (Life On Earth):
John never went to Earth and knows nothing of it's existence.

Other:
John loves to read, write and play chess. He also has a pet pug named Percy that seems to have more rights around the Governor's mansion than his own wife does.

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Other Names: The Wizard
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Age: ?
Occupation: The Wizard of Oz / King

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~Cassim Panya - The King of Thieves~

Name: Cassim Panya
Other Names: The King of Thieves
Real Name: Cassim Panya
Age: 37
Occupation: Thief

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (Age 24):



Appearance - Today (Age 37):



Personality Traits:
Cassim is found to be very clever, having a sort of 'silver tongue' to help persuade others to see his way of thinking. While others would call it manipulation, Cassim would simply reply that it wasn't his fault others are so willing to trust and blames it on their ignorance. He is also very clever in the sense of making up things as he goes. Whenever in a tight spot with an enemy, Cassim can fashion quick traps or out think his opponent for a quick (yet memorable and sometimes theatrical) escape.

His determination almost knows no bounds. When Cassim's mind is set on something, only his own voice can detour what it is he has set out upon unless unforeseen circumstances rear it's ugly head, putting his immediate life in danger. Even then, after a failed attempt, Cassim will quickly plan, adjust, and try again until he has what he wants - especially in the face of danger. Raised Pride Landian, Cassim has a sense of natural bravery about him that is envied by most other lands - men who train their whole lives to be what Cassim is when in battle, comes to him naturally.

He is sarcastic by nature and doesn't seem to have any "real" goals in his life. It's always "the next big stunt" or "the next big raid" with him, earning a fast reputation throughout the Kingdoms as a rather deadly bandit.

Though he can be gentle, caring and loving in the face of a woman, Cassim rarely shows this side to his men in fear that they will try to overthrow him for being to soft and has a certain sense of pride expected by one born of The Pride Lands.

Skills:
Born a Pride Landian, Cassim has an almost unnatural amount of strength within his body seen in only others from The Pride Lands. This gives him a strong, physical appearance which makes it easy for others to follow though his quick wit and clever decision making help to seal the deal. He spent a good majority of his life working as a blacksmith, rendering him capable of wielding almost any weapon with practiced skill though he prefers the stronger, physically intimidating scimitars.

Cassim, despite his larger size, is actually quite stealthy and athletic as well. He spends many hours hopping rooftops and squatting in certain areas to scope out his next raid and in doing so, has learned an incredible amount of patience.

Biography (Before Earth):
Cassim was born on a hot summer day in The Pride Lands to a noble house with high status within the Kingdom. He was an only child for only a single year before his mother gave birth to his little sister, Sarabi, who was betrothed almost immediately to King Ahadi's eldest son, Mufasa. Being the brother of the woman who was to become their Kingdom's next Queen, Cassim was given many liberties but he did not take them. Instead of joining the royal army, which was expected, Cassim instead showed an interest in blacksmithing and ended up setting up his own shop within the city with the money from his inheritance.

Unfortunately, Cassim also had a taste for gambling and would often lose the money that was his right as a noble on top of any money he made with his shop. It got so bad, to a point, where Cassim was abruptly cut off from the family funds and expected to live on his own in hopes that he would learn his lesson. Instead, Cassim found himself betting his place in an expedition that would take him out of The Pride Lands to the land of Agrabah where a small band would try to uncover the mysteries of The Tiger Head Cave, appropriately called The Cave of Wonders. At the young age of 18, Cassim was granted a spot in the expedition and found himself in the land of Agrabah.

The journey turned out to be a large waste of time, however, and Cassim had lost everything - not even having money to buy his way back to The Pride Lands. Instead, Cassim was forced to endure the lower slums of Agrabah for an entire year before his future seemed to become somewhat brighter. At 19, Cassim found himself a woman - beautiful beyond comparison and her heart reflected her physical beauty. Though she had some money, it was hardly a step up from what Cassim had been subjected to. And without careful planning, Cassim became a father at the age of 20.

Cassim knew right away that they could not afford this child, who they named Aladdin. There were too many debts, and Cassim's wife's health began to fail almost immediately after Aladdin's birth. After two very long, emotional weeks, Cassim lost Aladdin's mother. Overcome with grief and with a wounded pride of what he had let his life become, Cassim was forced to sell his son to a band of slavers to pay off some of the debts he owed. It seemed like his only option at the time, but only after a short while, when Cassim had time for his head to clear, he realized the grave mistake he had made and went to go find his son.

Weeks went by before Cassim knew what had befallen his Aladdin. Thieves had attacked the cart his son was being transported in and once the cartel was found, nothing remained but the bones the wild animals had picked dry. Outraged, Cassim hunted down the thieves who had attacked the cartel and by careful planning, inserted himself into their ranks - becoming one of them. He destroyed the band of thieves from the inside out, much like a silent poison, until one day, Cassim found himself their King, feeling only a fraction of his anger lifted for what he had done to his son.

Now Cassim rules the band of 40 Thieves, crossing from land to land in search of treasure, women, and occasionally simple raids in order to stir the pot. It hasn't even occurred to Cassim that his son might still be alive.

Biography (Life On Earth):
Cassim has never been to Earth and doesn't even know of it's existence.

Other:
Though Cassim is skilled with almost any type of sword and has many in his underground lair, he favors a more powerful approach in both strength, powers, and physical intimidation.

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Scar Lionhart and Odette Swan - Present Day - The Pride Lands

Taking a moment to pause and drink the dark wine from his goblet in favor of rubbing his temples in minimal annoyance, Scar closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of the cool liquid sliding down his throat followed by the tinge of fire that remained in his mouth from the alcohol. This was... testing. It seemed that from the moment the sun streamed through the cracks in the ceiling from (now) Odette's grotto, all Scar had been doing was answering questions. True he couldn't blame her for being curious about the nature of things within The Pride Lands, but when it was one question after another, after another, up the stairs and through the halls, and all throughout breakfast that Scar was still trying to give his attention to, he found his patience quickly being tested. The wine, at least, helped to give him that moment of silence, though feeling her eyes baring into him, anticipating his answers, wouldn't allow for him to enjoy the moment for long.

"Because..." Scar carefully set his goblet of wine back down on the grand table before him and balled up his fist, placing it in the palm of his opposite and and carefully, one by one, began to pop the knuckles followed by the remaining joints in the fingers as he spoke, finding that it had an equal amount of stress relief as the wine did. "The state of our dress dates back centuries. The Gods we worship teach the human body is not to be covered in shame, but praised and marveled for what's been gifted. The better we take care of our bodies given, the more respect we give in return to those who have blessed us - these blessings in turn shall be received in the afterlife."

Scar chanced a look over at Odette, sitting at his side at the table, and upon looking into her deep, blue pools, realized a good amount of what he had just explained probably hadn't been able to settle.

"...and it get's quite hot here."

Everything within her father’s land was just so… just all so new- she couldn’t help herself; how could she not ask the questions that seemed to want to continuously pop into her mind, even though she could see the flash of annoyance tinging not only his eyes, but also his tone of voice. She was beginning to push her luck, and to test his patience once more, she could see it clear as the morning sun rising above the horizon; and while she didn’t wish for another scalding, her curiosity was far too great to just ignore.

Lowering her head down ever so slightly as she fell into a thoughtful though slightly reluctant silence, she let her beautiful blue eyes glide downward until they came to a stop on the material of the dress that she had been gifted the night prior; her attention seeming so follow the delicate pattern for a few moments before finally, she nodded her head slowly up and down in an attempt to show him that she understood what it was he had said to her about their attire… this was going to take some effort on her behalf, though she was sure that she would be able to do him proud.

“I… understand. Forgive me my curiosity, father; your world is just so amazing, and unlike anything I could have ever dreampt of seeing within my lifetime. I wish to know everything- to learn anything that you wish to teach me… I do not mean to cause you frustration; I only wish to make you proud…” Falling once more into silence, she lifted her head back up so that her bright blue orbs came to a rest upon the plate that was sitting in front of her, the plate itself holding a delicious array of both fruits and vegetables that had been offered to her by those serving them- during her last few days within the Pride Lands, she had eaten more than she normally would have within a week back at Swan Lake; her body wasn’t used to the sudden change in diet, not to mention the sudden change in climate, her only true piece of solace besides sitting by her father’s side being the grotto in which he had gifted to her for personal use.

Bringing her hand up from where she had it resting lightly upon her lap, she reached out to the food that was lain out in front of her, slipping one of the few grapes she had taken into her mouth before she took up the goblet of water, taking her time to finish the small bit of food before she took a sip, unsure of whether or not she should continue to ask him such questions that she wasn’t sure would get on his nerves.

She wanted to learn. She wanted to make him proud. This had Scar chewing the lump of bread he had taken a bite out of while Odette was speaking carefully, taking the time to sort out his thoughts. There was no way he was going to allow her to return to Swan Lake; not while The Great Animal still lived. But did that make her Pride Landian? Even with her "adopted" heritage, probably not. But that didn't mean that he couldn't turn her into one. She belonged to him, now, after all... and he was King. Really, he could make it so with a snap of his fingers and perhaps a celebration party - but that would come later. She needed to learn.

"You will." Scar gruffed out after chasing down his swallowed bread with a mouthful of wine. "Learn." he added on, as though to explain his outward thoughts. "I will make it so. With proper instruction, you will be become one with the land. One of us. Truly. You will learn everything there is to know - from the ancient language to the art of war. No subject will remain exempt from the Princess of The Pride Lands. All will be provided." He gave her a sideways smile, resting his temple against his hands he had put together with his elbows now resting on the tables surface. There was a certain shine in his naturally black eyes; pride. The Pride Lands had a Princess, at long last.

The thought of bringing up an heir had crossed his mind before after Vitany's death had settled in somewhat. The Gods knew he had his pick of the litter with how many women working within the castle that were sent to the lion games - more than likely a direct result of being Scar's bed toy. But the King of The Pride Lands simply just hadn't gotten around to it, for reasons that were his own. Because choosing a successor... his successor... well that just put his mortality out in the open - a reminder that he couldn't rule forever. It also brought up the fact that by choosing someone else, it would mean that he had finally forgiven himself for Vitany's death which was far, far from the truth. Odette, on the other hand, somehow she made the thought tolerable. She made it as though it were the way things were meant to be, with Vitany by his side.

Princess..? Of the Pride Lands..? The slightly confused expression that crossed over her features was more than obvious to all those around them as she stared up at him; her soft pink lips parted ever so slightly from one another, and her eyes glistening with surprise as she tried to understand the words that he had spoken out loud. Was that really what she was now? The only Princess to not just Swan Lake, but now also to the Pride Lands as well? It wasn’t as though she was a native of the land like her new father was... she was used to a much different lifestyle; and even though she was a Princess to another land, she had no idea of what it even meant to hold such a title.

She’d grown up living in the castle grounds, alone, and with no one besides the three others that she had managed to create a bond with throughout her life; Jean-Bob, Speed, and even Puffin- but they weren’t here with her… they weren’t here to give her the guidance that they might have believed her to need; besides, she had already made up her mind the moment that she had run away in search of Scar… no matter what it was, or how hard it was going to be for her; she was willing to do whatever it was to become the woman that her father wanted her to be.

She wasn’t sure of when it was that she had lifted herself up from her seat beside him, or when she had closed the small gap in between them by wrapping her arms tightly around his neck; but she also didn’t care anymore- the sound of the silver goblet clanging against the stone flooring beneath them, echoing around the dining hall as she pressed herself as close to him in a hug as she possibly could; her eyes crinkling lightly in the corners as she closed them, burying her head happily into the crook of his neck in an attempt to show him just how grateful she was to him, “..oh, thank you so much father..! You have nothing but the utmost faith in me; it brings me such joy to hear, and I give you my word that I shall not let you down... I give you my word to be a Princess worthy of the Pride Lands.”

It was reflex; something that she truly never even gave a second thought to, even after the soft and surprised gasps and quiet murmurings began to flicker around the outskirts of the room. Pulling herself away from him ever so slightly so that she was able to gaze adoringly up at the man she looked up to, Odette leant herself just that little bit closer, her bright blue eyes closing for only a few moments as she pressed her lips softly against his cheek, the young girl showing her thanks in a way that she had been observing others do for years- the action, in her mind, just as common an action as speaking one’s mind and telling the truth.

Scar nearly choked on his second mouthful of bread, both because the thin, long arms were wrapped so tightly around his neck and because her actions of public affection had him caught entirely off-guard. Scar took a moment completely to himself, his mind trying to wrap around the situation and what was both best for his adopted daughter and for himself - his image. He could feel the pressing stares; his heightened hearing able to catch bits and pieces of conversation about him. It was maddening, and yet what could he do? Odette knew so very little about being a princess; what was proper, what was expected, what was required... and The Pride Lands held their standards high above any other Kingdom within the land. He expected too much of her, far too quickly. He could only pray to whatever Gods were listening that teaching her how to be both Pride Landian and a Princess would be a quick thing.

Quickly, Scar cleared his throat and slowly, as not to offend her, moved his arms around the back of his neck to unclasp the necklace of arms from around him and returned them to her person.

"Lessons begin this late afternoon, after we've had you fitted for more practical clothing. Though I do... appreciate The Witch's parting gift by removing you from rags, it reeks of magic and needs replacing." Scar began to explain. Then, with one quick movement, Scar pushed himself up from his throne and stood tall, facing Odette a few heads taller than she - an imposing figure.

"If you've had your fill, then we will go now and not waste morning sun."

She could not let him down-... No; she would not let him down. He had gone out of his way to rescue her from the only life she had known; a life of imprisonment in the grounds of her own castle, and now here he stood- his ever large and awe-inspiring figure towering over her, giving her the chance to be the woman she was supposed to have grown into had her real father, William, never had died: a Princess. That was what she was supposed to be- it was what she was, whether she agreed with it or not, and now... now she was not only the Princess of Swan Lake; but she was also going to be the only Princess of the Pride Lands.

Glancing down at the plate of food that she had long left abandoned on the table to her side, she took only a fraction of a second to think on his question before she once more lifted her attention back up to the man who had taken her in, her head nodding lightly up and down in response to his inquiry.

"Yes; I fear I could not eat but another bite, father. If it pleases you, I wish to see all it is you have to show me... to learn all that it is you wish to teach. I look forward to my lessons with bated breath, and excitement in my heart."

Her words spread a simple sense of warmth through Scar's blood, making the corner of his lip twitch into what almost looked like a half-smile. She was so eager, so determined to please him. He could ask her to walk over a bed of spikes or swallow fire for no reason and he was practically certain that she would do it. She had heart. She had a willingness to learn; to please. She was perfect. She just needed the right polish to truly make her shine.

"Then come." Scar said then after a moment or two of just looking down at her with a gaze that read nothing short of pride. His arm extended outwards until the palm of his hand was pressed to her lower back, urging her forward to exit the Dining Hall with him at her side. "Time to make a native of you yet, kid."

[ROLEPLAY CLOSED] - Once Upon A Time (Restart)

Jafar Sholeh and Freya Beauchamp The Moors Castle - Shared Bedchambers

With the morning sun peaking over the horizon, bleeding it's first ray's light into the shared bed chambers of Jafar and Maleficent, the early-morning birds began their song, still tucked away and nestled safely within the trees far below, still too early to go out and fetch their breakfast. A gentle breeze soon picked up, pushing aside the transparent, silk curtain that proved to be the only divider between the castle and balcony, sweeping in and cascading over Jafar's dark skin, his body acting as a sort of unintentional barrier, keeping Maleficent's own body shielded from the morning breeze. His body was wrapped around hers like a tight mold, laying on his side with everything from his stomach down pressed so intimately into her backside it was hard to tell where Jafar ended and Maleficent began merely by touch. The Serpent King had his torso propped up on the bed, using his elbow to keep him stable as his opposite hand found occupation in quietly brushing his fingers through her dark, long locks, finding different ways to mind the curved, auburn horns that protruded from her crown.

Moments passed, perhaps even hours, in a comfortable, quiet silence. Unmoving. Merely soaking up every moment of each others physical contact. And in that reverent silence, Jafar could even hear their hearts growing closer to one another.

Finally, Jafar broke the still silence by bending down his neck, brushing his lips against her prominent cheekbone in a soft, delicate kiss. As he drew away, though only slightly, he dragged the tip of his nose across her skin to keep that physical contact. They both seemed to crave from the other. Even in silence.

"Tell me about Freya Beauchamp."

She was comfortable; content… held fast against the warmth of his body, within his ever gentle and loving embrace- she could want, need, nor ask for anything more. The sweet feeling of his lips lightly brushing against her cheekbone caused her dark eyes to slowly flutter open, allowing the light of the morning to finally grace her vision, forcing her to take a few moments to adjust herself to the change before the corners of her lips turned up in a small though understanding smile. She knew that the day to speak about her past had been coming closer, ever since she had first told him about the fact that she wasn’t the true Maleficent; he was extremely curious, she couldn’t blame him for that, and now that they were engaged to be wed, he had a right to know anything and everything that he wished to know about her… even if the thought of discussing it so openly with someone caused her stomach to flutter wildly with butterflies.

“..you wish for me to tell you about Freya Beauchamp- it was such a long time ago; to the point that there is much about my past that even I have not thought about in years, my love…” Unbothered to move her body from the position that she was in, she took only a few moments to gather both herself and her thoughts before she eventually turned her head, her ever dark brown orbs softening as she let her gaze meet with his own, “..however, for you I am nothing more than an open book, awaiting to read… whatever it is that you desire to know, anything at all my love, I will answer you with full honesty; so please, ask what it is that is on your mind.”

Having pulled his head back when he felt Freya turning her head to look at him, he allowed their eyes to connect for a moment in silence, letting the weight of her words settle within both of them before he once more reached forward and tenderly kissed the corner of her mouth.

"Anything. Everything. I want to know it all. Your parents, your childhood... how you came to be here, in this realm..." Jafar paused, his dark eyes glancing away from her own for a moment to land on the beautiful set of horns on her head, before looking back to her just as quickly as though he were caught doing something he shouldn't be. "...how you came to be my Dark Queen." he added, his voice changing to a softer, lower tone, almost afraid to even ask.

Unable to help the light red blush that crossed over her cheeks as she watched his eyes flick away from her own for just a few moments before returning, she turned her head away from him, once again allowing her dark eyes to linger upon the silken sheets that they were both comfortably lain over- he wanted to know so much about her… about her parents, her childhood… her horns… She had always been exceedingly self-conscious about the beautiful auburn horns she had been gifted; ever since the first moment that they had protruded from her temple, she had been taken aback by the strong and sudden physical change that had been forced upon her body, “I-… it is quite a long story, my love… truly…”

Pausing for a few moments as she delved back into the recesses of her mind for the first time in what felt like forever, she spared herself but a moment to think on the conversation that was about to be had between the both of them before she turned her head, her full attention once more lifting so that she was focusing on him; her eyes seeming to search his for something before, finally, she continued by speaking softly the answers that he sought, “..my parents; they were… I do not even know how to begin to describe them… I grew up closest to my father; he was like my best friend, he understood me for who I was, but more importantly, he knew how to control me… my mother was a drunkard and a waste of time and space; I was to blame for this. Unlike my father, she could not handle me, and so in turn she sought to pills and the bottom alcohol bottles for the answers to all of her problems. I do see that I was not always the best child in the world; I know that, I am not blind to my past- I drove dear old mother to the edge of her limits, and then one day, I pushed my luck too far…”

Lowering her gaze slowly away from his own so that she was instead staring at her shoulder for only a few moments before it once more returned to the sheets, her lower lip quivered lightly as the very memories that she spoke about seemed to play behind her eyes in time with her words, “..I pardoned myself from supper early so that I could bathe; I had not even realized that she had followed me into the room… it was that very lapse of judgement that almost had me killed. She tried to drown me; to rid the world of the root of all her problems… however my father came home, and in her haste she ran out to meet with him; she was in hysterics and pleaded with him to listen to her, and eventually he just gave in, and agreed that she was right. I was terrified; the one person I thought truly loved me had just admitted that they would be better off if I was no longer alive. I took my chance when they were both distracted with one another, and I ran… I ran as far and as fast as I could…”

Shutting her eyes tightly as the memories being drug up soon started to become all too much for her, she pressed herself further back into his body, the hand she had once resting lightly upon the sheets now tightening around the silk as her breathing picked up causing her heart to beat ever quickly in the confines of her chest, “..eventually I fell into the park; I had nowhere to go, but that was when I heard it… when I heard her voice… calling to me by name, and after a while, my curiosity just got the better of me and I followed my ears to the source. It was a looking glass- to be precise, it was that looking glass that rests against the wall… I still do not understand it completely, however I saw her, calling out to me and I stepped through it as though it were nothing more than some sort of doorway… it led me into this world, and once I arrived, Maleficent took me under her wing and began my training- she was dying, and her remaining days were left molding me into the perfect Queen in her eyes, so that one day I would be able to take her place. Her last breath was spent by gifting me the remainder of her power; however it was far too much along with my own, and to accommodate for the sudden surge, my body changed… The day she passed on, I was granted the horns you see before you… the day she died, I took on her name…”

Pausing for only a moment so that she could attempt to calm her heart, she turned her head once again, her lips parted ever so slightly as her gaze once more met with his, “..the day that she died, I became my mistress…”

The hand that had found occupation of running through her long, dark locks had shifted, sliding down to instead be placed upon her bare shoulder, following the length of her arm until his fingers found hers tightening upon the sheets and interlaced them together - a silent gesture that all was well and she needn't be afraid any longer. Drowning your own child was... unthinkable. Though he had never been given the chance to properly become a father, he knew that if fate had been different, if he had been given that chance, no matter how unruly he or she became, he knew that trying to drown them was not something he would have been able to bring himself to do. Truly her mother was a wicked woman, and her father... agreeing with the cause, he was no better.

Jafar felt a small surge of anger starting to fuel his blood at her words towards her parents, though he dare not let it show. He kept his face of normalcy, rubbing his thumb across the back of her hand in a soothing gesture, finally brushing his lips against the soft flesh of her shoulder in a delicate kiss once she finished, his eyes looking over towards the mirror she had spoken of in high interest, though he tried to push his lingering thoughts to the back of his head for the moment.

"You became her." Jafar repeated out loud, thinking over the new source of information in his mind. Truly, it made the most sense out of everything Jafar had ever learned about her. He was silent for a moment before he shifted, withdrawing his hand from hers and sitting up just a fraction more by adjusting his resting elbow on the bed and let his fingers trace the curved, outer bend of one of her horns, all the way up to the point where he then changed direction and started a single stroke back downwards. "I happen to think that they are beautiful - quite befitting for the most radiant woman in all the lands." he said quietly, now keeping his eyes on the horn he was giving his gentle attention to, the fear of being caught looking now gone completely.

She couldn’t help the gentle red tinge that crossed over her cheeks the very moment that his loving words fell from his lips- where she had always held slight self-conscious feelings about the extremely drastic change in her appearance, he thought the change to her body to be beautiful… he thought her to be beautiful; even going so far as to call her the most radiant in all of the lands. Twisting her body ever so slightly over the silken sheets of the bed so that she was instead laying upon her back, she brought her arm up from where it had been resting, the palm of her hand lightly pressing against his flesh as she softly caressed his cheek; her thumb brushing ever so sweetly back and forth over the skin just under his eye as she continued to gaze up into the eyes of the man that she loved.

“..what you believe of me, means everything to me Jafar… and if that is how you see me; then truly it makes my heart sing to hear such sweet words from your lips, my love…”

Jafar's dark eyes lightened a few shades as he looked down at her, a tightly-pressed, closed-lipped smile spreading over his features as he returned her look of adoration.

"Then I shall speak my mind more often, for my thoughts on you will have you blushing for years to come." As if to make his point, his hand lifted to hold the side of her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek where they had taken on a light shade of red. He smirked then, knowing that he had pointed out a sort of weakness within her that would have otherwise lead anyone else to certain death, but Jafar knew indefinitely that he was safe.

He shifted his body then, sitting himself up completely and pushed himself from the bed, collecting his dhoti and wrapping the fabric around his waist to hold a sense of modesty for his body that the sheets could no longer keep covered. His thoughts had drifted, coming back to the mirror she had told him about and could no longer keep them at the back of his mind. He crossed over to it, stopping at it's side and letting his fingers delicately trace it's frame, feeling each and every detail as his eyes (darker now) seemed to scan for any imperfections.

"She called to you..." Jafar started, keeping his eyes on the mirror, the tiniest glint of hunger for power within his eyes. "...through this mirror?" he finished, finally pulling his eyes to look over at her, his head tilting to the side in slight question.

She could see it as clear as the morning sky; the wheels were turning once more behind those beautiful dark eyes of his, his thirst for power and knowledge bubbling at the surface as he stood before the mirror, examining it as best as he could while trying to get the answers that he needed from her. It was the very same look that she sometimes seemed to get when staring at her reflection within the mirrored glass, “..yes, that is correct; I have been trying for many a year now to figure out the secret behind the mirror- I have even traveled as far as Wonderland in my search for answers… but as of yet, I have been unable to unlock the particular spell that my mistress used to make such a thing possible…”

Following the lead that he had set moments beforehand, she lifted herself up from her position upon the bed, the balls of her feet lightly touching down on the ground one by one before she made her way across the room until she was standing directly behind him, her hands coming up to wrap lovingly around him from behind as she pressed her body flush against his back, her chin resting lightly upon his shoulder as she gazed at the mirror in question, “I will keep trying though, my love… nothing as simple as finding a spell is going to defeat me…”

For a moment it didn't even seem that Jafar realized that Freya had joined behind him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her nude body against his back so intimately. His eyes were back on the mirror, narrowing as he tried to discern it's secrets, his hand once more running over the ornate golden frame as though they could find something that his eyes could not.

"This mirror acted as a portal between this world and the world in which you came from..." Jafar said, finally seeming to take notice of her presence behind him. "...a land without magic..." He turned his body around within her arms, keeping her close by placing his hands on her hips as his eyes looked down into hers. The corner of his lip twitched into a quick smirk of amusement and excitement, his eyes seeming to bounce to life as the wheels in his head continued to turn. "They would not be able to stop us." He needed to explain no further. He knew that she would know what he was thinking, perhaps even before he began speaking.

Keeping her body pressed so lovingly against his own, she shook her head lightly from side to side, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly as her eyes seemed to search his own, regarding the power-hungry nature behind the man standing before her- oh how she loved him… blood-lust and all, she could not have asked for a better man to spend the rest of her life with. He was perfect in every way- at least for her anyway. Unable to help the way that her lips twisted into a small though rather amused smirk, she lifted her head up just that bit higher, her eyes seeming to flicker with the excitement in which the two of them shared.

“No my love… they will not stop us.”

Finally allowing his lips to split into a rare, white smile, Jafar slid a hand down from her waist, collecting her left hand and brought it up to his lips where he kissed first the top of her hand, and then the pulsating stone in the center of the engagement ring he had presented to her not hours before. She had been planning something with the mirror for a while now, it seemed. Only now, she had him, their power together was unmatchable. They were Gods.

"We will find a way, Freya. A world without magic is ours for the taking. And we will make your parents suffer for each and every wrong they have ever put you through." His white smile twisted into something dark. "They will be the first to fall to their knees before us, followed by so many others."

“Yes my love; they shall bow down and cower before us, like the Gods that we are. Their fates are within the palms of our hands.” The lustful gleam within his eyes was almost like a drug; just so addicting and she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to look away from him anytime soon. Lifting her hand up from where it had been resting upon his side, she let her soft and gentle palm caress his cheek for what felt like the longest time, her thumb slowly brushing back and forth over the skin just under his eye as she tilted her head to the side; her dark eyes never once parting away from his as she gazed ever lovingly up at him.

“We shall make an example of them; a warning for all and any who would try to defy us.”

Jafar had to chuckle at that. Who would be stupid enough to even try to go against what they wanted? Here, in this particular land, between the two of them they ruled over everything. No one dared defied them. No one was that stupid. And speaking of stupid...

"Now... I believe this morning calls for something a little special. We've much to celebrate." His dark eyes flickered down from her lips to the ring resting on the hand that still held his side for a small moment before returning to her eyes. "Where is that ward of yours? Perhaps she can prove useful by fetching our breakfast."