" we here ...get up!" A soldier tug on some chains pulling a a male with rip clothes and a mask covering his face ' another kingdom to be tose a side at ' the masked male thought as he was drag to the palace " behave yourself you brat don't think your special because your a magi!" The solider spated at the male as the male with gray/white hair in a robe walk and see the sight before him ".... sindria is a slave free country " the advisor said glareing at the solider  the solider just smirk " aww and I thought your king wanted a magi? or were the gossip I heard was worng?" The solider then pull the chain forcing the masked male to fall on his knees " what are doing BOW!" The solider yelled it all happened in a second...a wire with a blade was pointed at the solider neck " let...the boy...go" a voice so cold and filled with venom the masked male look and see what look like the advisor but at the same time...a different person the solider drop the chain and run back to his ship leaving the keys to the mask and chain the advisor pick the keys up and unlock the chains and mask the advisor took the mask off and see a blonde male with golden Hazel eyes and a dirty face " can you stand?" The advisor asked the blonde nods as he got up but legs a little wobbly the advisor  was worry that the poor thing might fall...and he fell.....right...on..top.....of....him " s-sorry" a Sutter as jafar look at the new comer " it fine...." The advisor said as he got up feeling a blushing creeping up on his pale skin " let get you clean up and introduce you to the king " the blonde follow " your not the king?" The blonde asked as they walk into the palace and went to the bath ready jafar laughed" no am his advisor " he said as he put some bath salt and bubbles in the water the blonde watch as the advisor mix the salt and bubbles around " but... your pretty as a king" a blushed " u-um... what?" Jafar was taken off gaurd by that comment then slient some of the worker walk in  " a-ah g-give this man a bath of you would please " jafar said as he went out of the doors and close the door he lean on the wall as the comment re-play in his mind ' p-pretty as a king ' he thought a few minutes later one of the worker said the magi is ready jafar walk in and his heart almost shot right out of his chest the magi was wearing one of the female dancer clothes " oh Solomon give me strength" jafar said although the worker thought  it was to  king Sinbad but in reality it was to himself seeing that must skin on a person a magi who called you a king " nasutme" the magi said " huh?" Jafar look in confusion" my name is nasutme" nasutme bow one hand on his heart " my king"