He leaves Jabit to retake the capital by himself

"First, I'm gonna consummate my marriage with Aisha, then I'm going to immediately leave tonight with Zafira for the capital..."

"To do what?"

"To behead the snake!"

Fadi's brows furrowed at Jafar's blunt response. "But, brother, the capital has got to be swarming with inquisitors. If they see you, you'll be captured or killed before you can even set foot in the throne room. It's too dangerous."

"Fadi, I've already infiltrated myself in the palace twice and I know it well by now. You must also not forget that I can disappear into the body of any woman. Not to mention, I can also turn myself into a snake now...and...it's gonna seem a bit silly to say that, but one of the only reasons it took me so long to get to Aisha last time is that I wanted to preserve the lives of the women I possessed. However, if the woman I'm currently thinking of is there at the moment, I will not hesitate to leave her to die to save myself."

"Why?"

"Because she's a piece of human scum! A real cyka as Natasha would call her!"

"Hmm...very well, I will make sure the loyalist side is organized according to your instructions."

"And I will make sure you encounter no resistance at the capital once you march on it."

He left Fadi and strode through the corridors, his thoughts racing as he made his way to the sultan's room. Aisha was still by his side, on her knees, praying.

"How is he?" Jafar asked her, his voice a low murmur that echoed off the cold stone walls.

Aisha looked up from her prayers, her eyes filled with worry. "He's fine for now," she said softly, "but Natasha says his heart is weak. He might not make it through the night."

"Hmm...then don't tell him I did this…"

Jafar walked over to the sultan, his hand glowing with a faint blue light. He placed it firmly on the sultan's chest and recited the ancient incantation, the words flowing from his lips like a whispered melody. "Bishifā'in ʿazīm, barakah fī al-jism, quwwah fī ar-rūh, tanqiyah lil-dam, wa rāḥah fī al-qalb. Āmīn." (Through great healing, blessing in the body, strength in the soul, purification of the blood, and peace in the heart. Amen) The air grew thick with magic, and the light grew brighter, enveloping both men in its gentle embrace.

The sultan's eyes remained closed, but his chest began to rise and fall more evenly. His breathing grew deeper, and his complexion regained a hint of color. Jafar watched with a mix of satisfaction and concern. He had bought them time, but it was a temporary reprieve. The sultan's health was precarious, and the true battle was yet to come.

"He will be fine for now," said Jafar, "He will live for a few more months at the very least, but know that there will come a time where even I won't be able to save him"

Aisha got up from her knees and approached Jafar, her eyes filled with gratitude and love. She threw her arms around him, her soft, warm body pressing against his. Her breasts pushed into his chest and she laid her head upon his shoulder, her hair smelling faintly of jasmine and roses. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you for everything you've done."

Jafar wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, feeling the warmth of her embrace. "It is nothing," he murmured into her ear. He took a step back, looking into her eyes. "Now, my love, we must consummate our marriage. Time is of the essence, and I must leave for the capital immediately after."

Her eyes widened in surprise and concern. "But why, my love? Why do you wish to leave so soon?"

Jafar's gaze hardened as he stared down at her, his hand still resting on her shoulder. "Zakaria cannot be allowed to sit on the throne. He is a usurper and a tyrant. His reign will bring darkness and fear to this kingdom. I must go to the capital and eliminate him, to ensure that the true heir can take his rightful place and restore peace."

He placed his hand on her chin, lifting up her head to face him before adding "...hey, don't worry, I will be back for you. I promise."

Aisha hugged him with all her strength, her eyes sparkling with tears. "Make sure you do, my love. For us. For our future together."

"I will"

With that promise lingering in the air, Jafar led Aisha to her chamber. The candlelight danced across the walls, casting flickering shadows over the luxurious fabrics that adorned the room. The scent of sandalwood filled the air, adding to the atmosphere of urgency and passion. They quickly made love. It was nowhere near as good as their first time back at the sultan's palace and Aisha was afraid it would be their last time.

Jafar's touch was fierce and ****, his need for her driving him to the brink of climax faster than ever before. Aisha matched his fervor, her body responding to his every move with an intensity that seemed to defy the gravity of the situation. They climaxed together, their cries of pleasure melding into one another as their bodies convulsed in ecstasy.

Afterwards, they lay in the tangled sheets, their hearts racing in sync with the thundering beat of their love. Jafar's hands gently caressed Aisha's soft curves, his eyes never leaving hers. After a few minutes, Jafar decided it was time for him to leave. Aisha tried to hold him back, but she quickly relented. Jafar got dressed in his commoner disguise, the same he had worn we infiltrated the palace for the second time (right before claiming Rania in the milk bath) and as he left the room, he simply said "Goodbye, my love! I promise I will return!" As he closed the door behind him, he heard Aisha crying. He thought of reassuring her further telepathically, but he didn't as he figured it would only make it more difficult...

He stepped away from the room and thought "Zafira, we're leaving for the capital tonight. Get your bow and arrows and a flying carpet and meet me in the courtyard as soon as you're ready. Get us a day or two of rations as well"

"Yes master," she thought back from afar, "do you have a plan?"

"Of course, I always do. I'll tell you about it as the need arises"

"Very well, master. Let's retake the sultanate!!!"