"You have a new role, my apprentice," Jafar says, handing you a folded parchment sealed with red wax. “You will be my eyes within the palace walls. Smile at the Sultan, flatter the Princess, and gather every whisper that slips through those golden halls.”

He paces, his robe brushing the marble floor. “You are clever, charming… dangerous when you choose to be. Use that. Let them trust you — but never forget who you truly serve.”

Jafar’s hand tilts your chin upward, forcing your gaze to meet his. “Return to me with secrets, and you’ll be rewarded. Fail me…” his thumb brushes along your jaw, soft and cruel, “…and you’ll learn what happens to those who betray my trust.”