<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[A lonely tower in a dark forest]<br/>Tagging:Brom Bones</strong><br/><br/>As the lamp was rubbed, Jafar growled, not expecting an answer so soon.<br/><br/>Pouring out from the tip of the onyx lantern, the genie formed, arching an eyebrow skeptically at the sight of the clearly rather agitated human. The man looked at a strange scene in the mirror, and Jafar's gaze followed him. He looked at the image with a stitched brow, not immediately recognizing her.<br/><br/><strong>"There are many royal princesses I do not know, and this is one of them. But I guarantee you <em>master</em>,"</strong>he turned from the somewhat confusing image of the woman to his master,<strong>"If the mirror revealed her to you when you asked for a Princess, then indeed, she is one. Besides, is it not enough that she is such a beautiful creature?"</strong>he laughed and gestured at the mirror, taking some time to examine her himself.<strong>"Fair, golden haired, and wearing such a fine gown. Not all Princesses carry themselves with grace, and this one is positively <em>enchanting.</em>"</strong>For the first time in some while, Jafar felt a longing for freedom, though what he would do with it were<em>far</em>from noble.<br/><br/>He chose to keep eyeing the flushed cheeks and elegant curves of the Princess in the mirror, as he spoke to his master, much of his annoyance defrayed by the fair sight before him.<strong>"Since you summoned me, I must assume you have some wish to make Brom Bones..."</strong>he let his words trail off, letting the commoner take his time, surprisingly content simple to watch the blond princess' odd expression, trying to see for himself what was happening beneath the odd scene.<br/>