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[center][h1][color=Red]Jafar Sholeh[/color] and [color=DarkOrchid]Freya Beauchamp[/color] The Moors Castle - Shared Bedchambers[/h1][/center]

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 [i]her[/i] 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 [i]that[/i] 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 [i]her[/i] 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 [url=http://www.pandashouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/gold-framed-mirrow.jpg]mirror[/url] 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 [i]that[/i] 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."