"A gift… for my dear apprentice." The ring glimmers, black and gold, as Jafar slips it onto your finger himself. “It will enhance your potential. Sharpen your magic. Make you… stronger.”

His tone is velvety, almost gentle — but there’s something else beneath it. “And, of course, it allows me to… ensure your safety.” His hand lingers too long, and a faint current of magic hums between your skin and his.

"When you cast a spell, I’ll feel it. When danger touches you, I’ll know. And when you disobey…” His smile deepens, serpentlike. “…I will remind you who holds your leash.”