“Okay,” Aladdin conceded. “I remember what you said about you not wanting to marry anyone…”
“I don’t,” Jasmine quickly confirmed.
“Right,” Aladdin acknowledged losing a bit of his nerve. “But, I really think we should get married.”
Jasmine looked at Aladdin pained. “Before I say anything, I need to ask you a question.”
“What is it? Anything.” Aladdin had instinctually taken Jasmine’s hands. Hearing Vizier clear his throat, he quickly let them go. “Ask me anything you want.”
“Aladdin, where did you get the gold? How have you done any of this? When I met you, you were living in the streets and now you’re riding on elephants and offering my father fifty baskets of gold for my hand in marriage. Is the gold real? If it isn’t, I have to know now. Our kingdom needs the gold more than you kno
