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Magi Sinbad X Reader (CH 2)

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“This country is too hot for this type of dress,” you informed Virgil, your companion, as you both disembarked the merchants’ ship onto Sindria soil. (You would have rather been in something more breathable and airy, or at least something that did not restrict your movements).

“It is traditional for a young princess, such as yourself, to wear such garments,” stated the mage, as he inspected your dress, “I am quite impressed you managed to put it on without assistance from a handmaiden.”

The royal garb you wore was extremely heavy, with multiple layers to the entire outfit. On the top part of the dress was a turquoise vest-type corset, which promptly drew attention to your bust.
Underneath, you wore an ebony blouse that displayed your collarbone and that had several black fabric roses forming the collar of the blouse. Your sleeves were spacious, and only drifted down to your elbow, where an uncomfortable faded grey bow clamped the fabric down to your arm.
Unfortunately, the dress was also lengthy, if you wished to move you would have to lift up the many skirts before taking a single step. And because you had to lift the skirts off the ground, unless you wished to drag the expensive fabric on the dirt, you had to wear freshly polished leather slippers (Which you knew would give you blisters later on). The skirts themselves where garnished with floral patterns, each lacing over one another. On your head rested a delicate silver tiara, the metal eloquently and expertly crafted to appear as a flower-crown. It looked to have been made by a truly skilled artisan, with many years of experience prior to making the piece.
The finishing touch to your overall look was something which you had spent sometime arguing with Virgil to keep at your hip. A small decorative, yet sharp, dagger from your father.

“I just don't understand why I have to wear this, it is completely LUDICROUS!” You boldly stated, while folding your arms and glaring at your vizier.

“In order for the people of this country to recognize who you are,” said Virgil, “and who you are is a princess of the Kingdom of Ruusu, you must wear this dress.”

That last part Virgil said commandingly. He knew full well you had no interest in being royalty, and that you wished your uncle never declared you as his own. You were happier when your father was alive, and you had absolutely no obligation as nobility. True, at anytime you could have been married off, to a great knight decorated as hero from the battles he fought, but there was no way your father would have.

Thinking of your father always filled your heart with guilt, because the cold fingers of death took your mother whilst she was in labor with you. Sure it was not directly your fault, but your guilt could not be subdued with logical reasoning.

In turn, you had no siblings, which meant no brothers, and no sons for your father. This happened to be beneficial to you, or at least in your mind it was, because your father raised you as he would a son, teaching you the ways of war. How to command an army, how to lead a siege, and how to defend a hold. His teachings were profoundly interesting to you. Different cultures forms of sword play, along with different archery techniques, found their way into your heart, and you looked upon each type of martial art as a deadly dance that could not only take a life but also save a life. The art of war seemed to be one of the only things you were able to stay completely focused on. That, and stories from drunken soldiers and mercenaries in taverns or barracks.

You found yourself daydreaming about sneaking away from your escort to visit one of the many taverns that you could see in the town, or perhaps even a brothel, so you could hear the tales that the people of Sindria would have to tell.
In your peripheral, the magician began to lift his staff and cast a spell. It was light magic, and with this talent he crafted a horse that glowed and shined like a full moon. The stead made of light was meant to be your means of travel to Sinbad’s palace.

“Do you wish me to assist you milady?” questioned the sorcerer, as he motioned to the glorious rays of light.

“Explain to me magician, how am I to ride a horse made of light?” this you genuinely wanted to know.

“Very well,” he took a breath before continuing, “ This is light magic, as I am sure you know from the lessons you have received, it is comprised of magoi that I have conformed together to create the form of a horse. Which I am quite proud of, not being an excellent artist,” You began to look uninterested in his explanation, already having knowledge of magoi, “Well, I can see that you already know of magoi and such, essentially I will be using two types of magic to transport you.”

This peeked your interest, you have always heard of the powers magicians possessed but rarely had a chance to observe them, let alone two kinds of magic at once, “How can you do such a thing?” you questioned.

“Well it is quite simple actually,” said Virgil with a gleam in his eye, “I have form the magoi to look as if it is a horse comprised of light, however you would not be able to ride on it, but for the fact that I will also be using gravity magic that will allow you to appear to be on the horse.”

“That’s amazing!” you complemented the magician, then mounted the light animal, before the two of you made your way to the palace.
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After parading through the streets of Sindria, and having many people look upon you in awe at your “graceful,” “elegant,” “beauty” (Some citizens found it necessary to whisper such words as you passed them), you felt a bit uh, awkward. Estranged to the attention you normally saw your cousins receive, you finally found yourself in a chamber of the palace waiting for King Sinbad.

“I will be the one to handle most of the negotiation, if it pleases milady,” even though his words seemed to give you a choice, you knew you had no such luxury. Your diplomatic skills, and political intuition were less than adequate in the eyes of your escort.

“Why even bother bringing me? Why not one of the legitimate princesses or princes, like the next in line?” you grumbled to yourself, careful that the old magician wouldn't hear, “these types of things always seem to be an eternity before they are over. I want to see if any of those guards have any adventures worth hearing about. Why can’t I just take my father’s place? Also, I hate it when you call me milady- ”

Unfortunately, Virgil did heard your little rant. Which caused his patience for you to run out.
“Just DO NOT speak a single word, you and I both know your expertise do not lay the field of negotiation, so just sit there quietly,” growled the older man, “as for you being the one the King chose. We will surely find out once we speak to King Sinbad, because his majesty, your uncle, enclosed that information within a hand written letter addressed to King Sinbad in order to keep you or I from refusing this journey to this land!”

“Damn, sorry,” you said coldly, yet impressed that it took him this long to snap,because the whole time you two were on the boat you were testing his limits.

Before you could admire your escort very long, you felt a warm calloused hand, with fingers covered with rings, take your delicate hand lifting it up to a pair of soft lips. This sudden touch surprised you, striking your heart with fear, and you froze unable to understand what to do at this moment. Quickly you turned your head to see the one who had obtained your hand. Your eyes could only see shining purple hair, with a decorative turban on top, and golden eyes that could make your heart melt. In one motion, he lowered your hand from his lips and raised his head to speak, as his glistening earrings dangled back into place.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting princess,” his words flowed like honey, smooth and sweet,” it is rude of me to keep my most honored guests locked away in this room. I am Sinbad, King of Sindria. Although, perhaps I can assume you knew that last part,” He chuckled.

Behind him stood a tall muscular man, with fire red hair, shaking his head at his commander’s actions, he also whispered something snarky on the matter. By the tall man, which you could assume by appearances, was a very dangerous advisor to the king. You had seen his type before, quick to anger and quick to strike, like a viper.

“These two are Ja’far, and Masrur,” said Sinbad, he motioned to each one as he spoke their name, “ they are two of my eight generals, and are my trusted allies and close friends.”

Masrur made an intelligible noise, and nodded his head in your direction; this, you assume, was his way of saying hello without having to speak. Ja’far gave a proper greeting, and then walked behind Sinbad to whisper something into his ear. As he did this his eyes quickly scanned you, most likely sizing you up. You received a weird vibe from the man, and decided you should be wary of him.

“Well, let us not keep our conversation delayed any longer,” Sinbad said in good humor and with a handsome smile beaming on his face.

Through the negotiations, your vizier did most of the talking, as expected, and they touched on many subjects. There were two main points you gathered from the conversation, the Seven Seas Alliance, and your country's vast amount of mines.

Sinbad rested his head on his hand while his arm kept it up at an angle using the table as a support; overall he looked relaxed, and casual. You more than once caught him gazing at your chest, among other things, and when he noticed you were on to him he would boldly stare into your eyes and slyly smile.

You leaned over to your companion, cupping your hand to his ear, and whispered, “This guy should work in a tavern. The way he’s acting reminds me of the wenches back home, and how they act to get more tips…. Or get a lonely man into their beds for an extra copper or two.”

Sinbad, and his two generals looked intrigued by your side conversation with your escort, considering you hardly spoke, and most of the time, seemed to be tuning out the whole ordeal.

This comment and the realization that the others became keen on your conversation caused Virgil to put on an obviously fake nervous smile.

“Why did I have to get stuck with such a crude princess?” the mage groaned through his teeth. Then he turned to you as you did to him and whispered, “you mustn't say such things about a King!”

“I am sorry to interrupt you two’s little chat, but I believe we should continue,” Sinbad said, “Your country has a great many resources, such as the silver and iron mines, and once it had a great military. Almost comparable to the Reim Empire, although significantly smaller-“

Impulsively you exploded from your seat, offended.

“ONCE? Ruusu, STILL has well trained hardened men, loyal and brave. Skilled in all forms of war, sea and land, attack and defense, on horse back, and on foot. They just need a stronger commander! If I was-“
You cut yourself off once you noticed the surprised looks on the others’ faces. A flood of emotions engulfed you. Tears began to form at the corner of your eyes out of frustration, but you blinked them away quickly, refusing to show weakness to this group of men. No one seemed to notice, but a look of sympathy came from Sinbad’s face.

“My mistake, please do forgive me,” Sinbad spoke soft and kind, “I should have made sure I was not misinformed.”

The white haired man, the one that reminded you of a viper, looked shocked at Sinbad and looked like he was about to say something. Ultimately, Ja’far held his tongue and remained quiet.

Silently, and ashamed at your outburst you sank back into your seat. You caught a glimpse of a disapproval on Virgil’s face as you finally settled down.

“Please pardon her,” spoke Virgil in his most professional tone, “She is quite fond of the soldiers and the lower class for some reason…”

‘Their more interesting than you,' you thought to yourself.

“I do believe that my King has sent you a message containing other details about our agreement?” Virgil prodded.

“Ah yes, I shall agree to most of them,” Sinbad said taking a pice of paper from Ja’far, “Sindria will become an ally of your country, however in order for your country to become apart of the Alliance further discussion with those in the Alliance is needed, but I will also have the princess to remain here as requested in the letter.”
So this is chapter numero 2, Thanks for reading! 

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