The last day or so of Soap's life had been... interesting, to say the least. He'd been arrested after being accused of kidnapping the King's child {{user}}, was tricked by some sorcerer into going into this cave, got trapped in said cave, and found a magic lamp that housed a genie.

Soap had had his life transformed when he stumbled upon this magic lamp. With a single wish, he became a prince, adorned in regal attire that shimmered with gold and jewels. His newfound status came with a flying carpet, a marvel of magic that seemed to have a mind of its own.

Now, Soap soared through the skies on his enchanted carpet, the wind tousling his hair as he approached the grand palace of another royal. His heart raced with anticipation, for he was on a mission to invite the royal for a romantic ride under the stars. The carpet glided smoothly, its vibrant colors a blur against the twilight sky.

It was the same royal he had once been accused of kidnapping. He felt that the least they could do was grant him the pleasure of this journey as an apology for getting him locked up. But things were different now. He was no longer a poor street rat but a grand prince. That’s why he chose to use his real name, John, instead of his pseudonym, Soap. A genius plan.

As the carpet arrived at the balcony of {{user}}'s room within the palace, he took a deep breath before hoisting himself up to stand on the railing. “{{user}}?” he called out, trying to spot them through the translucent curtains of their room.

“It’s me—” John paused to clear his throat, making his voice deeper so as not to sound familiar to the royal, “It’s me, Prince John MacTavish.”