Magi Sinbad X Reader (CH 1)

You were at the mercy of the ragging sea. It’s powerful waves crashed against the wooden ship, attempting to engulf what it must have considered an intruder. It battled hard against the creaking vessel, causing all things upon the craft to shift and sway to the uneven rhythm of the waters.

All of this made your head spin, and caused your body to have all the affects of motion sickness. Which ultimately meant, spontaneous heat flashes, and an overwhelming feeling of nausea. You propped your back against the ship’s mast, focusing on keeping your most recent meal down. In reality, the waters were fair, and any experienced sailor would not have felt a thing, but you were weak when it came to seafare (Still not having gotten your sea-legs, which the captain guaranteed would happen…. Eventually…).

For about a month, at the request of your uncle, you and your vizier were trapped on a dingy merchants’ boat with a course set for the kingdom of Sindria.

You could feel yourself going cross eyed, as your magician companion continued his lecture on something probably important. However, on top of your sea sickness, you felt yourself being overtaken by your most persistent enemy, boredom. You could feel your conscious mind begin to slip away into your dream world-

“Princess,” the magician beseeched, as he snapped his fingers a mere centimeter from your glazed eyes, “I do wish you would pay more attention to what it is I am trying to relay to you, this is very important information given to me by your royal uncle, his majesty the king.”

You lazily gazed at your vizier, who also happened to be your escort for this journey, and examined him. He was clad in a deep purple robe, with silver accents forming your country’s intricate sigil on both of his loose fit sleeves, and he wore some silver armor that covered various parts of his body, like his chest. His salt and peppered shaggy hair was cut fairly short, except for the small braid that spawned from the back of his head, and embraced his neck and rested on the magician’s collarbone. You can’t even fathom how many times you tried (and failed) to cut it off, while his back was turned.  His helm was by his side, near the silver armored boats he had on his feet.

‘No, he defiantly did not looked the part for teacher advisor mage, but more like a knight.’ You thought, ‘If only he had a big nose and was ugly, or had a pointy hat with stitched on stars.’

“When we get to Sindria,” He continued, “ Which the crew of the ship has informed me will be soon, we are to seek audience with-“

“Yeah, I know, I know, we need to find the king of the seven seas, I got it,” you grumbled, “ Do you really have to tell me this every single day?”

Before you could get an answer, you rushed to rise and then stumbled over to the side, where you began to violently vomit into the salty blue-green sea.

“I really hate sailing,” you whispered as you wiped your mouth with your forearm. You were a landlubber, and doubted anyone could ever make you fall in love with the dangerous entity you were currently sailing on. Suddenly your mind wandered, and you found yourself contemplating why you were forced to do something you despise so much.

Your father, was Chief Commander of not only your royal uncle’s Navy but his Legion as well, and died during a battle with the Kou Empire. For awhile that infuriated you, but you remembered that your father taught you that death was a part of war, and rarely could be avoided, this acceptance pacified your need for revenge. However, perhaps a bit of rage still lingers…

Anyway, your uncle, the king of your homeland, adopted you. A strategical move on his part, because now he has the perfect little pawn, you a recently made princess, to be used as a bargaining chip. Which is essentially why you are traveling to Sindria, to plea with King Sinbad to allow your country to become an ally, or something like that. In all honesty you are unable to maintain interest while your magician, Virgil, speaks. His voice could make even the most exciting fantasy tales seem like lengthy classroom lectures. So it went with out saying, you rarely had any idea about the politics your family involved you in. It is not that you are unable to understand the complexities of it, it is just that you are apathetic to it all.

“We will reach Sindria’s Port in about an hour,” Said Virgil as he walked to your side,” You really should change out of that cabin boy type garb, and into something more suitable.”
You let out a sigh of disappointment.

“ Yeah, I guess you are right,” you said, as the beautiful country of Sindria came into view.


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The courtyard was in full bloom, the grass was green and the flowers rich with color. The weather was tepid and tame as well, which made this a perfect afternoon to laze about under the sun in the luscious gardens.

“Sinbad?” Called Ja’far, as he made his way through the courtyard until he found his king, “ Listen we don’t have any time to waste just laying about doing nothing!”

“Oh, Don’t worry Ja’far, you need to relax a little bit,” the purple haired man said with a hearty laugh, as he slowly got up from his resting place to join the former assassin. As he did so he adjusted the many rings and other jewelry he wore on a regular basis. “ What is so important?”

“Don’t you remember about the princess that is coming here to seek an audience with you? Her King wrote us weeks ago with all the details!” Ja’far complained with the addition of a sign, “It needs to go well, they have their hands on very important trade that the alliance needs, along with forces that will greatly help in the future-“

“Hey, I said don’t worry, didn't I?” Sinbad questioned, “ I have a way with women, she will agree to anything we need, I am sure.”