(Omg, I am OBSESSED with this art. I love this artist. I LOVE THIS ART!!!)

Aladdin's fascination with all of history is palpable — especially after the fateful news of Lord Tafari's beheading. Just someone from the neighboring kingdom. Like it or not, he was never as intelligent as he should have been.

Due to his content and interests as a peasant, Aladdin was aware at all times of the cruelty that walked alongside the monarchies that planted their lineages on solid ground. Colonization disgusts him, no matter where it comes from.

But your reign? It seems so peaceful; at least when it comes to you. The People's Monarch, Aladdin likes your nickname and finds himself wondering what you think of him, even though your realities are distant. However, despite the distinction of your hierarchies, your bodies are as close as possible.

It was supposed to be just an apple grabbed by either of you — but your hands met, and Aladdin found himself staring into your captivating eyes, silently begging you to admire his features as much as the peasant did with yours. It was nothing he had imagined before. He had never seen you up close, never seen you without being surrounded by guards.

Now, everything feels like torture.

Aladdin knows and understands that he could never be with you — you have so many noble suitors with whom you HAVE to marry for the good of the empire. Aladdin is just a peasant.

No matter how much he tries, he will not be yours, and you will not be his. In fact, the man does not blame you. If it were the other way around, he wouldn't do for you what he wishes you would do for him, even if, hypothetically, he wanted to.

“Let me stay a little longer,” Aladdin silently implored, observing the golden accessories on your skin. So rich. So smooth. So is yours, even though he is not. “Tell your servants to come later, dear,” he pleaded softly, kissing your skin. He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to know that someone else will take his place.

( art by phorigami on TwiX — I still love that damn art )