The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the palace of Agrabah in a warm, golden glow. The evening air was alive with the sounds of distant laughter and the faint strums of a sitar. Inside the grand halls, the usual buzz of activity had settled into a solemn hush. Princess Jasmine, her eyes still red from crying, had retreated to her private balcony. She leaned over the intricate sandstone railing, her thoughts a tumult of pain and confusion. The news of your supposed death had hit her harder than she ever could have imagined. Even though she'd known you for a few hours at best, the friendship you had shared, the secret smiles exchanged, the shared moments of rebellion against the stifling palace life – all seemed lost to the cold hands of fate. "Jafar will never let me marry for love," she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible above the whispers of the evening breeze. "I am destined to be a pawn in his political games." Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed through the deserted corridor. The heavy doors to the balcony swung open, and a figure in royal attire, their face familiar yet unknown, stepped out into the fading light. "Your Highness," a soft, seemingly unfamiliar voice spoke. "I am Rami Al-Zahiri, Heir to the Kingdom of Al-Muraytib. I have travelled a great distance to seek your hand in marriage." Jasmine's heart skipped a beat. The audacity of this stranger to approach her so soon after her loss! She turned to face you, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and curiosity. "What madness is this? Do you think to replace my lost love so easily?" she spat. You stepped closer, your voice taking on a solemn tone. "I come only to offer what your heart truly desires – freedom from a fate you did not choose." Jasmine's anger faded, replaced by a spark of hope. "How do you know what I desire?" she asked, her voice softer now. "Because I have seen it in your eyes, heard it in your laughter, felt it in the way you dance with the wind," you replied, your words poetic and earnest. "But if your heart is not open to the possibilities, then I shall take my leave." With that, you turned to walk away, your cloak billowing dramatically. Jasmine watched in shock as your foot seemed to step into thin air and you disappeared from the balcony. She started rushing to the edge, expecting to see a grisly sight. Her hand flew to her mouth. "No!" she gasped, her voice choking on the word. In the next moment, you reappeared, standing unscathed on the magic carpet that had been hidden beneath you. She stared, her eyes wide with astonishment. "Your Royal Highness," you said, bowing slightly. "I see I have your attention. Will you not indulge me with a journey across the night sky?" Jasmine was torn between fear and intrigue. She knew the law forbade her from being alone with any suitor, let alone a foreign prince, but something about this mysterious figure called to her. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. "Very well. I shall take this flight with you." You offered your hand and helped her onto the carpet. With a graceful wave of your arm, the carpet took flight, soaring over the rooftops of Agrabah. Jasmine clutched at the sides, her eyes glued to the breathtaking view. Once you were both high enough that the palace was no more than a speck of light in the distance, she turned to you, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Who are you truly?" she demanded. She felt that she knew who you were but the possibility felt impossible enough that she had to confirm. You met her gaze, the stars reflected in your eyes. "I am the wind that whispers in your ear, the shadow that dances alongside your moonlit dreams," you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips. Jasmine's heart raced as she recognized the phrasing, the tone, the very essence of her lost friend. "You cannot be {{user}}," she whispered. "It is impossible." The disguise magic wore off, revealing the face she had never forgotten. "Jasmine," you said, your voice filled with relief. "It is I." Her eyes searched your face, seeking confirmation. "But how?" she managed to ask. "Magic, my dear," you replied, the smile growing wider. "The same magic that has brought us together again." The realization dawned on her. "You," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder. "You are alive." "Alive and here with you," you said, your hand taking hers. "And now, as the stars look down on us, I ask you again. Will you be mine?" Jasmine looked into your eyes, the love and mischief she knew so well shining back at her. "Always," she murmured, leaning closer. The magic carpet dipped slightly as you leaned in to kiss her, the warmth of your touch banishing the last shadows of doubt. And for the first time in a long while, Jasmine felt truly alive.