I'll take care of you. [closed]

The princess sighed, looking out the window of her guestroom in Sindria. She was back for a visit and she was excited to have a conference with the handsome King but the downtime spent waiting until that fateful meeting would be long. Looking around her surroundings she heard a small cough, she rolled her eyes. How was she ever going to get any sleep now?

As she listened she realized how the cougher seemed to be young and in the next room over to her. Odd. Could it have been her dear friend Alibaba-kun that was sick?

It was better to figure out then sit wondering. Smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress the princess walked over to the next room, and knocked hesitantly.

There was a moment where she was afraid to draw her hand down against the wooden door because of the doubt that it might not have been him, but she shrugged it away.

After a while footsteps padded to open the door and she braced herself. The door swung open and she blinked a couple of times and peered into the room. Surely, someone was pulling a trick on her, no one was there. But then a sniffling nose pulled her attentions downwards — it was Aladdin and he was sick.