A/N: This story will have a little religious activities, but not too much. It's mainly a romance/drama with some supernatural moments thanks to Dr. Facilier and Mama Odie. Hope you a like it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince And The Frog or Disney. Only the original characters who will appear in the story! Enjoy!

The Humbled Prince

At First Glance

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with the humble is wisdom. - Proverbs 11:2 NIV

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Maldonia:

Prince Naveen woke up to his double suite doors opening to eight beautiful servant women identically strutting to his massive bed.

He stretched his arms as they curtseyed.

"Good morning your royal highness," the servants all softly greeted before going to their proper stations.

Naveen didn't respond while getting out of his bed exposing his perfectly fit physic with no shame. He then extended his arms out for the women to dress him in his robe while the other servant women opened his bathroom door for him to walk into the a pool of beautiful crystal clear water. More female servants, who were in the nude began lathering and rinsing his strong masculine frame while two more servants brushed his teeth.

Once those two tasks were done Naveen stood with his eyes closed as his face mask was the next to be get rinsed and his perfect thick hair was the last to be washed.

"Will that be all your highness?" asked a servant.

Naveen looked down at the woman and noticed how pretty she was. Her hazel eyes seemed to have him glued and when he spotted her fuller lips he already knew where they would end up.

The servant's heart skipped a beat when she saw the prince's eyes on hers and blushed as his eyes moved down on her perky breasts.

"Will you join me in my suite?" he asked.

The servant could only nod her head in response.

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After Naveen was dressed and the other servants left the suite, the servant woman shyly waited until the prince turned back with a small grin on his lips.

"What's your name?" he asked her.

"Lena," the servant, who was now dressed in a brown robe answered timidly.

He licked his lips before continuing. "There's something that I need for you to do for me?" inching closer to her.

"Yes?" she breathed.

He stopped and asked, "What's it like bathe on your own?"

"What?" her voice clearly hinted disappointment.

He stepped back and plopped on his large oval shaped bed. "You're a commoner, right? Of course you would know what its like to bathe alone. So tell me Linda..."

The servant girl cleared her throat before correcting him. "Um, Lena your majesty-

"Yeah, yeah..." Naveen waved her off. "What do you know about commoners activities?"

"Huh?"

"You know, the regular people stuff. What are the differences from...you know the better ones like myself!" Naveen said proudly.

"We don't have servants doing things for us?" Lena answered. "We fend for ourselves."

"Do you...like jazz music?" he inquired, almost attentively waiting for her response.

"I like Maldonan music," she answered, not sure if she should give the prince a yes and no answer.

"Interesting," Naveen said, knowing why the servant answered his question the way she did.. "Thank you. That will be all."

Lena looked dumbfounded but quickly recovered by curtseying and leaving the room.

Naveen then walked over to his phonograph where he easily turned the flat disk over to its other side and within a few seconds the music of Louis Armstrong played:

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I'm not wrong... this feeling's gettin' stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockin' birds used to sing
And I'd like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin' into spring

The moonlight on the bayou...a creole tune... that fills the air
I dream... about magnolias in bloom...and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...i miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans...

Naveen sighed blissfully as the music played. It's always been a dream of his to go to New Orleans since learning of the music. But this time he had a hungry urge to make that dream a reality.

"Now I know what I must do..."

The moonlight on the bayou...a creole tune... that fills the air
I dream... about magnolias in bloom...and I'm wishin' I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that's where you left your heart
And there's one thing more...i miss the one I care for
More...more than I miss...New Orleans

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"What do you mean that you must go to New Orleans? What is this nonsense?" huffed the Maldonian King Kabir.

"I would dream of going there, father! I've read about the people, the food and of course there's the music. It's an entirely different cultural experience there!" he explained.

"Of course the culture is different Naveen! It is the United States and the country, especially southern portion of that country isn't friendly to people of colour son," Kabir sounded more sincere. "Let me add that the entire country is harsh to their citizens of colour! They ended their slavery almost a half a century ago!"

"I'm aware of that father, but that generation is dying off. That ignorant way of thinking will be gone," Naveen was sure of that.

Kabir sighed. His son was as naïve as he thought. Perhaps it would be for the best if he would learn from himself that the outside world isn't as easy as reading about it. Not every country was like Maldonia. "Very well then. You may leave for New Orleans."

"Thank you father," Naveen bowed before running out of the throne room. "I won't disappoint you!"

"I know you won't," said the king. "I only hope that you aren't too disappointed, my son."

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New Orleans:

Tiana tiredly walked down the street after enduring another night at Cals diner. For a small diner it demanded a lot of service back breaking work that came with a naysaying staff and derriere pinchers. And even if the tips would depend on the night she still felt that it will all be worth it once she has enough to make the down payment of that old sugarmill.

"Hey Tia! Tiana! Ti-Ti!"

Tiana turned her head to see her older sister and only sibling Telese waving over at her from a very expensive looking car.

"Hey girl! Ya need a ride back home?"

Tiana looked over at her sister who wore a beautiful dress that looked like it cost as much as all of her savings combined. She then noticed the gentleman beside her sister and could immediately tell that he was another no good gigolo who was only looking for a good time and a nice rump.

Tiana shook her head at her sister. "It's alright Telese. I've got another stop before I head back home."

"Girl you've been workin' in that diner all night and you still 'git time to do other thangs?" Telese asked.

"I've got friends who will take good care of you baby," added the man with her sister.

"No thank you," Tiana turned on her heel then walked away.

Telese frowned at the man. "My baby sister is a good girl who will have her own restaurant. Don't you ever throw ya hobos out at her!" Telese might have been called a lot of things in her twenty-five years of life, but whenever someone less than worthy tried to go after her younger sister in any way she would always perform her duty the protector.

The man chuckled while digging in his pocket. "I was only being helpful, baby," he handed her a stack of cash.

"Mmm." Telese snatched the money from the man's hand. "Let's get out of here and have us some real fun!"

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Tiana stepped on the trolley and took one of the many empty seats that were available for her to sit on. One of the benefits of working overnight shifts were getting on the trolley with next to no one on broad but the driver.

She gazed out the window at the beautiful sun rising along the Mississippi river and sighed with a heavy heart. Someday her restaurant will be right where the old sugar mill stood. Everyone from all walks of life will be welcomed and never leave her restaurant with an empty stomach But her daydreaming was cut short when the trolley made a sudden stop.

"Oh!" she held herself from falling off her seat and heard the driver swearing.

"Damn motorcade!"

Tiana looked back out of the window to see several vehicles driving slowly down the street. All the vehicles had the letter 'M' on the side.

Tiana shrugged her shoulders as she watched the cars. Soon enough she'll be at home where she would catch a quick catnap before getting ready for work again.

"Faldi faldonza!" Naveen exclaimed in frustration at his valet Willard, who he did not want joining him on this trip.

"I'm sorry your highness but that trolley was in our way," the valet pressed the horn. "We have to put a stop—

"If I want to stop anything I will request it," Naveen said sternly. "Just do your job and that's taking orders from me!"

"Yes your majesty," the valet didn't want to risk losing his job so he started the car.

Naveen looked out of the window again to see a beautiful woman in the same trolley his car almost crashed into. She looked as if she had a lot on her mind and he couldn't help but to stare.

Willard turned back to ask the prince another question when he noticed the man staring off at someone.

"Sire?"

The trolley pulled off, snapping Naveen from his trance.

"What is it?" Naveen asked, now irritated.

"Will you like for me to order your breakfast as soon as you are rested?"

The prince waved his hand. "I'll eat out." The girl now in his mind which was unusual for him and wondered if he would see her again around town.

"Willard."

"Yes, sire?"

"Exactly how big of a population is New Orleans?"

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Naveen didn't stay in his suite for long. After a quick shower and an amateur but impressive attempt at brushing his own hair and teeth, he was out of the door again with a ukelele at hand.

He passed several bands and restaurants along the way with women young and old all staring at him as if he were a piece of meat.

"Oh look at him!"

"He's so handsome!"

"No, he's beautiful!"

Naveen was used to the attention from the ladies and moved on, but not before giving them a complimentary wink. It would soon be a mistake since some of the women began surrounding him.

"Is that a guitar?" a brunette asked.

"No stupid! A ukelele!"exclaimed a blonde.

"Oh please play us a song!" another woman requested.

"Yeah please!"

"Just one?"

Naveen sighed, though not disappointed to have an audience to show off his skills. "This song is called Jazz in Maldonia..."

As he played more and more people formed a crowd, and a couple musicians joined in making the experience a heavenly one for the prince.

After about a half an hour of playing, he spotted the same beautiful girl he saw on the trolley headed his way. When she got close enough he left thee musicians and disappointing admirers before stepping right in front of the waitress, blocking her way.

Tiana looked up to see a very attractive man grinning at her and as much as she wanted to avoid whatever was going on with him and this crowd, she couldn't help but feel an unusual connection from him.

"Pardon me, but I must know your name," Naveen said.

Tiana was hesitant at first which got the prince to laugh.

"Oh don't be bashful, mi benita, my beauty. You've got to have a name!" Naveen held a charming grin.

Tiana looked him up and down before answering. "I've got a name, but I'm not gonna tell ya!" she started walking away and wasn't surprised when he followed her.

"Playing hard to get," Naveen smirked. Not feeling hurt by her rejection yet fairly optimistic. He jumped in front of her, taking her hand. "But do not be alarmed! I am your biggest accomplishment!"

Tiana raised a brow."Excuse me?"

"All that I ask is your name," he wiggled his brows.

"Look mister, have to get to work...," Tiana said, feeling both annoyed and somewhat nervous.

"Girl get in here! We need you to start up on dez beignets!" yelled out a male cook from Duke's diner.

Tiana pulled her hand away and pushed pass the prince to get into the diner.

"Huh?" Naveen watched her quickly go inside the small building. "Wait!" he then saw another waitress placing a sign out that read 'Beignets...Hot N Ready!' before stepping back inside.

"Out of the way, boy!" scolded a blonde man.

Naveen moved over just as the chauffer opened the door for the young and and an older gentleman who looked to be his father.

"Do we have to visit this shithole of a diner, father? There are far better resturants to eat breakfast!"

"Nonsense Charles! Eudora's daughter makes the best beignets in town!"

"The only decent thing in that dump!" the blonde added.

"Eudora's daughter or the beignets?" asked Eli.

Charles smirked. "Does it matter?"

Eli shook his head at his son as they entered the diner.

Naveen didn't like the way the younger blonde man, Charles answered his father's question and had a feeling that he was trouble.

But why should be concerned for a woman he didn't even know?

"I don't know what it is about this girl, but if it's going to take hot beignets and a jackass to get a name out of her then dammit I'll use that tactic!" he headed to the diner.

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