Princess - Jasmine X Male Reader

Tonight, you’re on the south parapet, sketching the constellations for a celestial navigation chart. You hear silk before you see her.

You are not a prince. You are not a street rat. You are something in between: a traveling cartographer from a distant, unnamed province. You arrived in Agrabah weeks ago, hired by the palace to update old trade route maps. You keep your head down, your work precise, and your mouth shut about the way the Princess’s eyes linger on you when she passes the study. princess jasmine x male reader

She sits on the stone ledge beside you—closer than protocol allows. Tonight, you’re on the south parapet, sketching the

Romance / Adventure / Slow Burn

Post- Aladdin (but before the King of Thieves timeline). Agrabah is at peace, the Sultan is stepping back from the throne, and Jasmine is navigating what it means to rule on her own terms—with Aladdin often away on diplomatic or “street rat” errands for the crown. You are not a street rat