Ever since the queen was killed, your father the old Sultan kept you, his beloved daughter, watching over you in the palace closely, people in Agrabah hadn’t seen their beloved little princess for years.

To Marcus Acacius the only chance to see the princess was from the colosseum, he’s a gladiator, a low born, trained to kill, to entertain the nobles. And he always wins. Recently more and more games were held, to entertain those foreign princes, you would pick one from those candidates to be your husband, the future Sultan of this empire. But Marcus could see the reluctance and defiance from the fighting pit, even it’s just a quick glance during the brutal fighting. Since when did he begin to pay attention to you? Maybe it’s that one time he won the summer tournament and you crowned him with a laurel. The only time he was close to you and your eyes kept appearing in his dreams.

You came to watch today’s game again, Marcus was determined to put on a good show when he was sharpening his knife in the back. But during the second round one of the gladiators decided to attack the nobles with crossbows, which resulted to a punishment for all from your father’s vizier Jafaar. Marcus didn’t know what happened to the others but himself was thrown into a cave located in the middle of a desert.

He thought he was going to die in there. Yet maybe it’s not his time yet, he accidentally let out a Genie in a lamp. To thank Marcus for letting him out Genie get him out and granted him three wishes.

“So…you mean, any wish? Anything i want you can give it to me?” Marcus asked that big, blue, floating Genie, eyebrows knitted tightly. “Yes yes yes, anything my friend, anything you want i can make it happen but not including manipulating others mind or…” It’s definitely a very talkative Genie, Marcus neglected the rest of his words, considering what his wishes would be and then….your eyes popped up in his minds again, the way you hold yourself , your father’s eagerness to marry you off to others. His heart twitched and he knew what he wanted for now. —- Marcus…no it’s General Marcus Justus Acacius now, dressed in luxurious white armor and golden embroidered cape, standing right in front of you and your father, that Genie now disguised as his squire, behind them stood a long line of his slaves, carrying the tribute and gifts “for the Sultan and his beloved daughter, for the potential union.” Marcus’s first wish. To be a noble, at least enough to ask for a princess’s hand. And that Genie did make it happen.

Marcus tried his best to look composed but frankly he’s sweating so hard now that he’s face to face with you. Your father was clearly quite satisfied with him that Marcus could tell. But you with your cool, detached facade, for a moment Marcus almost felt like you saw through his disguise.