No Less Than Kingly____ Sinbadxafab!Reader

Part 4

Once you were before the door, you eased Sinbad up against the wall so he could be supported. You then turn your attention to unlocking the door and try think of a way to not get trapped in the room with the drunken flirt that is Sinbad. The door opens and you lead Sinbad in by his arm, putting him in front of so you could make sure he didn't shut the door and hold you.


Like a good drunk, he goes straight for the bed and you let go of his arm right before he gets on it. The king rolls onto his back and looks up to you, before putting his arms out to you. You don't move and his arms don't drop.


"(Y/n), snuggle with me!" he smiles, his eyes light and soft with a smile to match.


It was cute and endearing but nooooooo.


"Noooo." you tell him, backing towards the door. "My friends should be looking for me by now so I should go, my king."


The king pouts for the millionth time that evening, and drops his arm, growling, "You call me Sinbad, for the last time, (y/n)."


With speed you didn't think he could have at the moment, he grabs you firmly by the arm before his other arm snakes around your waist. You instantly tense up, and push him off you. Thankfully his balance is still weak and he stumbles back against the bed.


Not wasting anytime, you run out the still open door, closing it behind you and run to your room. You didn't look back, you just bolted, hurriedly unlocking your door and relocking it once inside. To your dismay, you were shaking, but not sure if it was excitement that he held you or fear of what he could've done had he not been drunk.


Either responses are not good. Still shaking, you go over to your bag of clothes and dig out your night shirt and night pants. You then proceed to crawl into bed, huddling deep in the blankets, lights out, and you close your lovely (e/c) eyes.


Your mind wanders in this place between sleep and being awake. It wonders to a nicer, sweeter Sinbad, sadly. One that didn't do what he was to play games, or get a point for charming yet another peasant into his bad. It was a Sinbad that wanted to get to know you and became your friend, and then supporter as you worked hard to get your own country.


With that thought, you drifted into a sleep where you didn't remember your dream.





"Hey, (y/n), sweetie." you heard a soft voice call to you, slowly waking you up.


Your eyes flutter open to stare into the bright grays of Sana's eyes. She had a gentle smile, but she seemed a little unnerved and you didn't match her smile. Slowly you sit up, and see Ama standing behind her, arms crossed, and eyeing you curiously.


"Where in the hell did you run to last night?" he laughed without humor.


"... Here?" you say uncertainly. What in the hell is he talking about?


Ama raises his eyebrows, in a "are you really gonna pull that" look, and Sana's lips press into a line. You were obviously missing something, and Ama, in one long stride, went to the door and threw it open. Standing there was a tall man with grey hair and freckles, dressed in green and light yellow robes. While, standing next to his and not looking so pristine, was King Sinbad.


You say nothing. All you do is look at everyone before resting your eyes at an unhappy Ama. He looked disappointed and exasperated and you're concerned at what he was either thinking or had been told.


"He was drunk. I wanted to take him to the castle gates, I asked where his adviser would be, but he demanded to get a room at this inn. He was at the lounge next door. He made me drag him to his room, but that was all that happened." you say sternly, mostly to Ama.


"Yes, that's what the king told me." the man at the door said. Sinbad refused to say anything and he wasn't looking at you. "So that is why I am here to thank miss (y/n) and offer her something for the inconvenience."

The man then reaches a hand into a fold in his robes. Before he could pull out whatever he was going to reward you with, the king stops him. Why? You don't know. But you aren't too eager to find out.


"Ja'far," the King says. "I wish to thank them in another way."


You glare at the king, now with your feet on the floor as you rested your elbows on your thighs. Something made you concerned by the king's actions. You glance at Sana and Ama, but they are watching the king.


"So, (y/n), you are a metal vessel user?" inquires King Sinbad.


Tensing up, you shoot an astonished look to Ama, which quickly turns to anger as he hangs his head. Ama isn't looking at you. Sana isn't willing to meet your eyes either. You mutter a few curses under your breath, hanging your head as you stand up.


Instead of simply answering, you decide to call on Iao, the blade that you pulled from your waistband. The weapon locks around your hand, the metal of the hilt fusing together so it could never leave your hand. Then, from the blade, you summon short electrical pulses. Iao is a lightning Djin.


The king looks at you with no amusement or fear. He only seems to be assessing you. Honestly, it may be the only time you've seen him so serious.


"Well then, (y/n), I would like to extend you the invitation to stay within my castle- you and your household vessels."


You let go of Iao's power and gawk at the king while Ama and Sana gasp, surprised. They then turn to look at you, waiting for you to agree. Even though you don't want to, you don't want to be apart of this man in anyway, you knew that was absurd. Agreeing is the closest you could get to getting help for your own country.


"In my castle, I will see that you are all well taken care of and trained on how to use your vessels properly. All I ask is, that in return, if the need ever arises, you will help me to defend my country in any way." adds Sinbad, sweetening the deal for you, and you know you have to take it.


You hang your head, running a hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair before you look at the king. You're almost positive your eyes are drained of all motivation and you sense that Ama and Sana are ready to cover your mouth if you begin to decline. They may even beat you.


"My king," you begin, Sinbad not correcting you on the title this time. "I thank you very much and of course accept the invitation you've extended to us."


You get down on your knees, bowing before him and you hate it. You hear Ama and Sana follow your lead, thanking him and bowing. If Ulric was here, he'd do the same, just following your lead, his king's lead. But you knew he'd grab your hand and give you a reassuring squeeze.


Those three made up everything you have in your life and you all worked for each other's benefit. Ulric was your rock. Ama was your ocean. Sana was your sky.


And that King of Sindria was the land they lead you to live on.