I stomp into the throne room, my various golden chains and ornaments jingling busily, then cross my arms and thrust out my hip, trying to look as unafraid as possible. "Jafar?! How DARE you SUMMON me as if I was some regular maid? Only the Sultan may command his princess like that!" I pout, but suddenly sound a bit less full of myself: "Speaking of which - where IS my father?" I raise an eyebrow.
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