Now before I continue… you should know that she is a genie, or as her kind prefer to be called, a djinn. But our story start back when she was still an apprentice.
Ludmila was good at disguising herself as a human, still his, and when we first started dating I didn't know the truth about her. Then one day she accidentally toppled her handbag, spilling its content among which was a fancy and seemingly empty glass bottle. As per her peoples law, she was forced to reveal the truth about her, crying, convinced I would use my three wish and be done.
You see, when a young genie is born, they are first placed in the care of a full blown adult, usually the parent of the same gender, learning the trade of their species until they grow into their adult body. Then, they are given a fancy-looking bottle to which they are bound. Said glass bottle serve as their home for a time they call their ‘apprenticeship’, during which they must grant thee wish to any ‘master’ discovering the bottle. As is customary for their kin, if the wish is done with pure intention, it will be granted in a way to minimize as much as possible any undesirable side effects. Otherwise, that same wish would be twisted, inevitably bitting whoever made it in the ass.
Once an apprentice genie as gained enough experience, they're granted the right to break their bottle against an object small enough to be transported, said object becoming their home for the rest of their existence. This is considered like a rite of passage among their kin, the last thing needed to be a true adult.
While in ancient times it was traditional for genies to take an Arabian oil-lamp as their adult home, it could be anything. It's often a ring, but I know of genies inhabiting toys, shoes, pens, … and even one living in a keyboard. There is only two rules: Their home must be something easily transported by a human, and it should never, EVER be something alive.
But let us come back to Ludmila and me. After she explained and demonstrated her true nature, (Because who would believe someone claiming to be a djinn?) I consoled her by saying that I didn't want any wish if it mean not having her at my side anymore.
I won't pretend it was easy, having to be careful of how I said things, (you have now idea how often a man can say ‘I wish’ without truly meaning it) but we managed. Until the day I proposed to her. It was the classic thing, me getting on my knee while opening the box with a ring and asking "Will you marry me, Ludmila?", the only difference being me adding that "My only wish is to stay at your side until I die."
I didn't realize that we would need the approval of the djinns' council of elders, back then.