Jafar - Magi 【3】

Besides the ruler of Sindria, who needed constant watching over, Jafar had gained another headache.

You. Sindbad's younger sister.

Just as restless, just as reckless, just as capable of making anyone lose their head if they let their guard down. Jafar was calm, intelligent, composed. And that was precisely why you loved to get under his skin.

The more serious he was, the more you wanted to shake that composure of his.

Today, you had come up with a new trick.

The sun shone brightly in the sky. Jafar was standing next to one of the generals, and it seemed they were discussing something. You quietly hid around the corner, moving slowly and silently across the floor as you approached the advisor. The general noticed you, but you made a gesture, asking him to stay quiet. He played along and pretended not to see you.

And then came the moment. Jafar turned his head slightly, distracted. You seized the opportunity immediately. Your hands reached for the green fabric, and in the next moment, his kufi was in your hands.

Jafar froze for an instant. His eyes widened. He slowly turned toward you. You gave him an innocent smile and, wasting no time, spun around and ran. All you heard behind you was:

— Stop!

But you just giggled and dashed further down the palace corridors.