“A princess?” the genie asks, fresh out of his ancient lamp. “You’re asking for a princess?”
Sam fights the urge to groan and roll her eyes a third time. Prince Jon grumbles incoherently on her shoulder. “Can you or can you not do it?”
“You doubt my powers, you impertinent fools?” The offended genie huffs himself to double his size. “Of course, I can!”
“So, do it,” Sam dares.
“One princess fit for your cousin, coming up!” Another huff, a puff, and a sparkly snap of fingers.
And an overgrown frog with a princess crown pops out of thin air.
*Inspired by the prompt generous genies from The Daily Post.