A Game With Your Excellency

The genie prince sat cross-legged on a lavish arrangement of silk cushions, perched atop a raised platform adorned with intricate carvings and shimmering fabrics. The platform itself seemed to glow faintly, as if imbued with some ancient magic, and the steps leading up to it were inlaid with mother-of-pearl and gold leaf. Despite his youth, the prince's imposing presence filled the space, his broad shoulders and tall frame commanding attention. Ru, standing awkwardly at the base of the steps, couldn't help but feel dwarfed in comparison. He had seen the prince three times in the past month, and each time, he was struck by how much the genie had grown—not just in stature, but in the aura of power that seemed to radiate from him.