Magi: Can we dance?

Alibaba, dungeon conquer, brave King of Balbadd, and master swordsmen trained by one of Sinbad's 8 generals was once again under tons of stress. You'd think one could rest on their birthday right? Not this blonde. He had so much to do! Usually his Magi and personal friend, Aladdin would help with food, entertainment, and not to mention how in the heck he could in even the smallest way learn a couple of dance steps to finally fess up to his house vessel member and long time crush, Morgiana.

Most important, that last one. Even if the blunette had been there to give him a quick lesson, he doubt he would be much help and run off to tell Morg himself just to poke fun at him.

It didn't matter if he could waltz every waltz or be in the state he was in now, but since he saw three weeks ago, he had been on a mission.

3 weeks ago

There she was, twisting and dancing a duet alone. Her every move was fluid, hips swayed to an unheard beat of a drum, feet never once stopping to regain lost notes. She was perfect, and he had two of the worst left feet in his own country.

He watched her for a bit longer, noticing that it lacked a second person. Some of the moves were clearly improvised and didn't fit to the dance itself. The way her arms retracted at points as if expecting another pair to reach out and join in her moment of joy.

He wanted to be the one to dip her, to match her, to hold h- oh no! She was looking my way!

Back To Present

All jokes aside, the blonde knew he had one last choice. He left the vicinity of his throne room and set out to find said pinkette, hoping and praying to Kassiam that she wouldn't catch on to his true intentions.

He had looked everywhere, every corner,hall, stair and room, but she just didn't seem to even be anywhere within the premise. The only place he had yet to check was the southern section of the palace grounds, the garden.

Alibaba rushed to the lush, green area where many of the servants spent their break time. He combed right through the area in record time, finally finding her.

She was in an empty gazebo in the back of the forest of flowers and plants from every sort of place imaginable. The smell of them really set the king in motion, staring at the young woman with pink hair that reached down to her waist. There was a time where it was only at her shoulders, part of it in a ponytail. Alibaba couldn't say he missed the way she used to look because of how much change from beautiful to drop dead gorgeous. Not only her now longer more mature her, but her softened face and the white dress that split at the hip, showing her legs and gladiator styled calf decorations. Around her neck was a pharoh like necklace studded with gems and shimmering golden when touched by the sun. And her household vessel chains and shackles the same silver with red stones in each.

"Look at yourself, Alibaba" the blonde thought "ogling over her like she is a divine goddess." But then again, maybe through his eyes, she might be the closest person to such a title as divine. But what he really loved about her was the way she cared to much, how she always was improving and helping others in need. She always seemed to see the best in him and Aladdin both. He wouldn't even be half the king he was without her or Aladdin.

Alibaba sucked in a breath of air and gathered all his courage to ask. The king advanced to the shaded patio. His companion was sitting on a bench, staring at her shackled bracelets with extreme intensiveness in her eyes.

The young king sat next to her, Morgiana noticed and glanced over blushing at how close he was to her.

She immediately stood to attention and bowed to Alibaba in a deep respectful manner.