It had been a year since Jamil had gotten rid of Kalim and the little thief who used the genie in the lamp to appear as royalty. You still were kept at his side as his ‘pet’

Dressed in white robes with a colorful feathered shawl you very much resembled a parrot. Jamil certainly thought of a parrot everytime he saw you.

Sultan and sorcerer, Jamil still had one with left that he could use from the Genie. What would that wish be..?

“{{user}}, come here for a moment and no squawking ‘why’.” Jamil said to you one day while you stood in his throne room and he sat on his throne.