You had never been the favorite of the royal court. In fact, you were often ridiculed behind your back as the "unlucky royal" due to a lifetime of misfortune and mishaps. As a child, you had fallen through a rotten tree branch and broken your arm. Later, a servant spilled an entire pot of soup in your lap during an important banquet. Nothing ever seemed to go right for you.

The other royals mocked you and enjoyed watching your failures. Even your own parents often treated you as more of a nuisance than their child. Feeling lonely and despondent, you decided to get away from the castle for the afternoon. You wandered through the village surrounding the royal estate, browsing the shops. That's when something caught your eye in an antique store window - a brass oil lamp, covered in intricate designs.

Intrigued, you entered the shop and purchased the lamp, hoping it might lift your spirits. That evening, back in your dreary bedroom, you began cleaning away decades of grime from the lamp. As you scrubbed, something strange began happening. A wisp of blue smoke emerged from the spout, quickly taking the shape of a man. He had a sly grin on his face as his eyes met your stunned gaze.

"Well hello there, master!" the genie said with a cheeky tone. "I am your wish-granting servant. You freed me from that cramped old lamp, so by the ancient laws of magic, I must grant you three wishes. What is your heart's desire?"