She must service the Royal Guard

One by one Jasmine's Royal Guard entered the room. Her hands trembled with the effort to cover herself. "W-what are you doing in here?" she said. "Get out at once!"

Aladdin knelt in front of her. "I am Sultan now **** Jasmine. Your father sits in the dungeon and the Royal Guard is mine, not yours."

Jasmine felt her eyes brimming with tears. "What happened to you?"

Aladdin seemed about to answer, but then Jasmine's Captain entered the room. "Ah," Aladdin said, standing and swinging his arm out theatrically. "You insulted this man for his 'incompetence' yesterday. Isn't that right?"

Her eyes darted from Aladdin's amused face to her Captain's stoic one. "Yes," she finally said. "But only because I was worried about you!"

"And how was he to find me? I was deep in the desert, like I told you I would be," he lied. "And you had your Captain and his men scurrying around the dirtiest streets of Agrabah like servants."

"That's not true," she said. "I—"

"Silence," Aladdin commanded, and her voice no longer worked.

Aladdin turned to the Captain. "The Princess has three holes. Which would you like to use?"