"Rania" is invited to spend the day with the princess to thank her.

This new day started like the day before. Jafar was woken up by the bell and met with all the maids from the east wing and the matron, who once again gave them different tasks. This time, Jafar/Rania was given the task to be the lady-in-waiting for princess Aisha for the day. Those were the best days for the maids. All they had to do was walk around the palace with the princess and talk about girl stuff all day. It was easy. But Jafar had no plans of talking about girl stuff, no. He would talk about their projects for their own future and that of the sultanate.

The move was probably to thank Rania for spotting the peepholes in her room. Jafar viewed it as the perfect opportunity to possess her. Ever since Jafar's last visit, the sultan had required that Aisha be accompanied by at least two ladies-in-waiting in case one of them was possessed by the Faceless One, however it seemed that this requirement had been withdrawn since yesterday's conversation between Aisha and her father. It played right into his hands. His plans were going so well, it made Rania's pussy wet yet again.

Jafar walked to Aisha's room. The guards told him "Ah, Rania! The princess awaits you!", before opening the door for him. Jafar was ecstatic. Last time, the guards had prevented him from accessing the princess, but now, they were giving her away to him with a red carpet. It was just amazing.

He saw Aisha sitting on a couch, sipping tea. She was dressed in a simple, yet elegant outfit that highlighted her natural beauty. Her hair was let down and she had the same sweet smile that had made his heart flutter when he saw her at the ball. She looked up as he entered and her smile grew wider. "Ah, Rania! You're here! I've been looking forward to spending the day with you."

Jafar felt his heart skip a beat. Aisha was everything he had ever dreamed of in a woman. She was beautiful, kind, and had a fiery spirit that he hadn't seen in anyone else at the palace. The only thing left for him to know was if she was good in bed, and he would find out that same night. "Good morning, Your Highness," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I am at your service."

Aisha set down her teacup and rose to her feet. "Listen, I haven't really had the opportunity to thank you for noticing those peepholes in my room, but now, I do. Thank you Rania, for freeing me of 10 years of spying by my father."

"I've only done my duty, princess," said Jafar with a bow. "Is your father mad at me for doing so?"

"No! Don't worry about that. He doesn't even know it was you. When I told him one of my maids had spotted these holes while straightening up my tapestry, he didn't even ask me who it was. I also told him that the maid had defended him by saying she doubted these peepholes had been placed by him, if they even were peepholes at all and that convinced him the maid was not to blame." Jafar's bluff had worked. "Now, follow me. I'd like to take a walk in the gardens."

They walked through the seemingly endless corridors of the royal palace until they went outside. The moment they stepped into the gardens, it was like stepping into another world. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and roses, and the sound of trickling water from the fountains filled the air with a gentle melody. The sun was shining, casting dappled light through the leaves of the trees that lined the pathways. It was the kind of beauty that could only exist in a place where the hand of nature was guided by the will of a powerful ruler, a place where every leaf and petal was a testament to the grandeur of the Sultanate.

As they started walking in a maze of hedges, Aisha said "I am so eager to meet Vizier Jafar in his home province of Jabit. I haven't left the palace in years and never left the capital province in my entire life! This is going to be brand new for me and not only that, but..." she took a pause.

"But...?" said Jafar, as the hedges towered around them, hiding them from sight of anyone else.

"...but I am finally going to spend time with my future husband. I know, I haven't spent a long time with him, but he is so...well, I've already had this conversation with you, Rania, so I guess you know what I mean by..."

Then suddenly, Aisha's words were interrupted by the sudden pressure of Rania's lips on hers. Her eyes widened for a second before they seemed relaxed again. She was finally his. The two began to hold each other in a long, loving embrace.

After removing his lips from Aisha's Jafar whispered "Your future husband is already here, my love!"

Aisha looked at him with confusion and surprise. "Rania? What are you...?"

"Rania is gone for now, my dear. I have taken possession of her body. Now there is only I, Jafar, your future husband."

"Jafar, but...You're a flesh-wizard!!!"

"Oh, I am more than just that, sweetheart. I am a master of all schools of magic. And I have gone to great lengths to have you. You were right at the ball when you said this empire needed magic in order to thrive and you and I will make it happen, together!!!"

"Wait? Are you the Faceless One?"

"Indeed I am, my love. The rumors of him hiding among your maids were founded and I took your challenge very seriously when you said if the Faceless One managed to get to you, he'd deserve respect for being the only man whom your father couldn't keep away from you."

Aisha's eyes grew wide with shock, but as she processed the implications, a different kind of emotion began to swell within her. It was awe, tinged with excitement. She had always known that magic was a powerful **** in the world, but she had never seen it wielded so masterfully, so...intimately. Now that Jafar had kissed her, she felt his power all over her, making her obey every one of his commands and she loved it. Jafar, the man she had only just begun to trust and admire, was not only a proponent of magic but a master of it. And now, he had claimed her as his own. It was a revelation that shook her to her core.

Her body responded in a way that was both unexpected and overwhelming. Her pussy grew wet with anticipation, the fabric of her undergarments sticking to her skin. She had never felt such a visceral reaction to anything before, and it was all because of him. The warmth of his presence filled her up, leaving her gasping for air.

"Your body is already responding to me, my love," Jafar murmured in her ear, his voice deep and filled with lust. "I can feel your excitement growing, and I promise you, tonight will be a night you'll never forget."

"You feel my excitement?"

"I do. Now that I have kissed you, you are under my spell. I can read every single one of your thoughts and desires and let me tell you, I really like what I'm reading...and tonight, your desires will be fulfilled and I will take you, not under the guise of Rania, but in my true, male form."

Aisha's mind raced. This was more than she had ever bargained for. But she found she wasn't scared. Instead, she was intrigued. "Once you are sultan and I am your queen, will you teach me your magical secrets, my love?" she whispered, looking up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Will you teach me how to breathe underwater? How to control snakes? How to make flying carpets? How to heal the wounded? And...how to possess someone's body?"

"I will teach you anything you show yourself to be powerful enough in magic for, my sweet little Aisha. However, you can forget about possessing someone's body. It is no coincidence that all flesh wizards you have ever heard of are men. Flesh magic is a...rather discriminatory kind of magic. It only works BY men ON women. No man can ever possess another man's body and no woman can ever possess...anyone's body. In my research and experiments, I have indeed been trying to find out why, but so far, my efforts have been fruitless."

Aisha nodded, a mix of disappointment and fascination crossing her face. She didn't find it even more unfair than the fact that she could not have the throne without a man by her side, but she didn't blame Jafar. He may have been the master of magic, but that didn't mean he was the one who had decided the rules that magic followed, even though she knew these rules suited him, just like the inheritance laws that governed the sultanate. "But I can learn other types of magic, yes?"

"Yes! All other types of magic are accessible to women. However, magic in general is not gifted to everyone. Your father, for example, was unlucky enough to be born without an ounce of magical potential. There's no telling if it will be the case for you as well, but now that I can read you, I think that...yes...yes...there does seem to be some magical potential within you. It's hard to tell how much you will be able to achieve, like how many snakes you will be able to control at the same time for example, but time will tell."

Aisha's eyes lit up with excitement. "So, we can rule together, as a powerful sultan and his magical queen?"

"Indeed," Jafar said, his voice dripping with promise. "We will restore magic to the kingdom and lead it into a new golden age. The people will love us, fear us, and we will be unstoppable."

"But we already are! My father has accepted our union. I cannot see what could get in our way. Nothing stands between us and absolute power..."

"Hmm...I am afraid that is not entirely true. There is still one obstacle standing between us and our great destiny: The royal inquisitors. They were already powerful before your mother's ****, being tasked with watching powerful politicians and high-ranking military officers to make sure they didn't have any pro-magic sentiment, but after it, your father has expanded their role even more. Now, they are everywhere. One in ten soldiers in the military is one of their informants and reports on the potential magical activities of his fellow soldiers. They also have informants in this palace, or even among the people, hiding in plain sight, at marketplaces, libraries, pretty much everywhere you can think of. You cannot know how difficult it has been for me to keep my own magical activities a secret to them."

"But once we are in power, they will have to obey us. We'll disband them and that will solve the problem."

"Ah, but if only it were that simple. You see, those in power are all afraid of losing their power. If we strip the leaders of an organization that has its claws in all parts of society and specializes in espionage and repression of their power, they will not let us do it without a fight. They will attempt a coup on us and if they succeed, I will be killed and they will **** you to marry their leader, Ibrahim Zakaria. It's no coincidence that he has also asked for your name in marriage and now that you and your father have officially chosen me, there's no telling how he'll react. From now on, I will always have to watch my back...and maybe your father will be in danger too…but I doubt it. They will most likely make their move after his ****, as their legitimacy would effectively be none if they decided to strike while he was still alive."

"But, all they would achieve doing so would be throwing the sultanate into civil war…"

"Maybe, but they would be willing to risk it. The most dangerous kind of animal is a cornered animal. If their choices are to either attempt a coup and risk losing their power or to accept their dissolution and be GUARANTEED to lose it, you can bet they will choose the first option."

Aisha's expression grew serious as she considered his words. "Perhaps we should...eliminate this problem before it grows too big," she said carefully. "Ibrahim Zakaria is a dangerous man. If we can get rid of him, we will be one step closer to securing our future."

"Well, yes and no. The Royal Inquisition is a vast and complex organization, too big to be taken down by the loss of one man. Sure, it would deal a blow to them, yes, but it would be a blow from which they would be able to recover, especially if your father has time to replace him before he dies and we can't count on your father to help us in disbanding them. He is partly on our side now that he has agreed to bless our union, but he would never be on board with our plans enough to violently dismantle the repression apparatus he has spent decades building, not to mention, it could provoke the inquisitors into targeting him as well. We're on our own. Here's what we need to do: Zakaria, and all of his 14 lieutenants who handle different branches of the organization, must be eliminated at the same time and this must happen at a time when your father is no longer able to help them in finding replacements, but before he dies as they will probably attempt their coup immediately after his ****."

Jafar was **** to kill people, but although he was many things, he was not naive. He knew that politics was a dangerous game where, sometimes, the only choices were to kill or be killed and he knew full well that this was one of these moments.

"So...when my father is on his deathbed then?"

"Precisely. It will be at that moment when we will make our move. With Zakaria and his lieutenants gone, those below them in the hierarchy of the organization will be confused and looking to the sultan for guidance on how they should restructure, which is why we will need to prevent any report of what's going on from reaching your dying father. Then, after he dies and I will be sultan, we will be able to officially disband what's left of the organization before it has time to recover. If we are lucky enough, those in the lower echelons will be unable to even communicate with other sections of the organization since they are so used to communicating through their superiors, who will be dead by this point. Once we've killed the higher ups, we will also need to raid their homes to recover their letters and other documents. This will be to gather as many names as possible so we can purge the remaining members of the organization. Those who are not dangerous can simply be removed from their positions, such as low-grade informants in the military, but the most dangerous ones will need to be dealt with more radically."

The plot grew darker and more complex with each word Jafar spoke, but Aisha found herself nodding along. Her mind was racing with the potential power and freedom she would have as Jafar's queen, a co-ruler who could help shape the fate of the empire with magic. "And how will we get the means to do such a thing? This kind of repression is exactly the kind of thing my father would ask the inquisitors with doing, so who do we turn to to do it against them?"

"Women and wizards"

Aisha's mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she processed Jafar's revelation. "What do you mean?" she said.

"You are far from the only woman I have ever kissed, Aisha. I have spent years going around the sultanate, kissing as many women as I could, not because I had a sexual interest in all of them (though I did have one for SOME of them, and for those, I acted on my desires), it was because I was trying to build a network of the most loyal and obedient informants. Some of these women have really useful skills. Some are trained in combat or even magic and they can all communicate telepathically with each other if they are within a small distance, leaving no evidence that they ever communicated at all. That makes them a **** to be reckoned with. The leaders of the inquisition will never know what hit them."

"And what about the sultan?" Aisha asked "Please don't tell me you will **** my father"

"No, I won't. He is dying anyway. And I don't want to kill the father of my future wife! How long do the doctors think he has to live, by the way?"

"A year at most...I...I used to look forward to his ****...but now that we've reconciled, I feel we'd need many years to catch up and...we don't have those years." saying this, Aisha began to cry. Jafar comforted her, patiently pausing the conversation on their plans until she had released all the emotion, hugging her, patting her on the back of the head. Jafar could be ruthless and brutal, but he could also show great empathy for those he loved.

When she finally was ready to resume the conversation, he continued: "There are also a lot of wizards, both male and female, who are not under my spell, but still support our cause and are trustworthy by virtue of simply being wizards. They would also assist in our plans."

"Then what's the problem? If we already have so many resources in place to deal with them, what makes them an obstacle to our rise to power?"

"Excellent question, and the answer is: their secrecy. I don't know where Zakaria resides and my informants have only been able to find the hideouts of 5 of his lieutenants so far. There are even some of them whom I don't know their identity. That gives us one year to get the information we lack, after which, your father will die and it will be too late. Don’t worry though. I’ve got a plan for that and if it succeeds, we shall triumph."

"By the way, I love it that you’re here, but shouldn’t you be back home governing your province?"

"I have some very trustworthy and competent people who can temporarily take the reins while I’m gone. You will have the chance to meet them once we get there."

"I can’t wait for that...it's crazy, I was convinced the rumors of a flesh wizard hiding among my maids were total fabrications, but...it was true! So...those screams and moans that were heard, that was you?"

"Yes, it was. Jasmine and Layla were having trouble coping with the intensity of the pleasure I was giving them, and soon, Aisha, it will be your turn..." he said as he gently kissed her one more time, looking at her with renewed intensity through Rania's eyes.