Jasmine tossed her knapsack over the palace wall and listened for the telltale thud of it hitting the ground. With a determined look, she started to clamber up a tree - her only escape. She needed to get out of the palace and quick! This just wasn't what she wanted right now; suitors calling for her everyday, her father pressuring her to marry... She was almost in reach of the wall's top when Rajah took hold of her robe.
The young women turned and upon seeing Rajah (with her robe in his jaws) she smiled sadly, "Please, Rajah, I have to do this. Don't worry..." The large cat let her robe go, "I will come back to see you. I promise."
The princess made the rest of the climb with ease, stopping only to wave goodbye to her longtime companion and friend. She hopped down from the wall, landing on feet and hands beside her belongings.
"Now, to get away from this dreaded palace."
Jasmine was dressed in a black robe, complete with hood and belt. She was trying to stay as unnoticed as possible; the people knew her, so this would be tough. She wasn't wearing her trademark braid, but her hair lay free and untied, falling down to her waist (not that others could see, due to her robe). She had no makeup or jewelry on - the woman looked as plain as one could be... and still so beautiful.
Golden slippers peaked out from the hem of her clothing as she headed into the city.
The sun had set maybe a hour ago, and the houses were adorned with lit torches to guide her way.
The young women turned and upon seeing Rajah (with her robe in his jaws) she smiled sadly, "Please, Rajah, I have to do this. Don't worry..." The large cat let her robe go, "I will come back to see you. I promise."
The princess made the rest of the climb with ease, stopping only to wave goodbye to her longtime companion and friend. She hopped down from the wall, landing on feet and hands beside her belongings.
"Now, to get away from this dreaded palace."
Jasmine was dressed in a black robe, complete with hood and belt. She was trying to stay as unnoticed as possible; the people knew her, so this would be tough. She wasn't wearing her trademark braid, but her hair lay free and untied, falling down to her waist (not that others could see, due to her robe). She had no makeup or jewelry on - the woman looked as plain as one could be... and still so beautiful.
Golden slippers peaked out from the hem of her clothing as she headed into the city.
The sun had set maybe a hour ago, and the houses were adorned with lit torches to guide her way.