No Less Than Kingly____ Sinbadxafab!Reader

Part 22

Between all the political dinners you had to attend with Sinbad and playing nice with the royals here- drinking tea in courtyard garden number 77434, or going to another damned conference- you hadn't been able to find the time to practice sparring with Masrur, yet. It took a week of exhausting politeness until you were able to get some physical exertion when Ama had a free hour that lined up with yours. The both of you were very annoyed at all the forced politeness that you were more than happy to go at each other.


The both of you hit each other with the blunts of your blades, throwing out punches and kicks where you could. It was nice to be in a sweat from actual work and not the stuffiness of the Kou palace. You and Ama kept pushing each other in and out of the offensive and defensive.


"I don't know who did what, but please don't kill each other. It would make quite the mess, and I don't wanna pay the Kou for any damage."


Sinbad waltzed up to you to as you stopped your sparring, both of you breathless. You didn't really want to stop, but you could tell Sinbad wanted something. The two of you sheathed your weapons and stood up straight.


"What's the matter?" you ask.


"Well, since there's no political obligations, I wanted to know if you'd like to venture out into the capital- have a look around and eat out maybe?" requests Sinbad.


"Uh... Sure, I guess if we're free we might as well." you answer, crossing your arms and rocking on your heels.


"Sounds great. Would an hour be enough time for you to get ready?"


"Yeah, that should be plenty-"


"I'll have Ja'far put your outfit in my room."


Before you could press the matter, the king ran off. You just stared after him before looking at Ama. His eyebrow was raised, wondering what the king possibly had in mind, as did you.


"I just have to see what he's trying to get you to wear." chuckles Ama. "Wanna race to your room?"


Still feeling the burn of adrenaline you nod, taking off ahead of the silverette.




Sinbad had made Ja'far drop off very nice, elegant looking robes. If you didn't know any better, they kind of looked like Sinbad's, but far more feminine. They hugged your curves, and dipped a little lower than Sinbad's but not immodestly. The purple undershirt was a fitting quarter sleeve, where the his was a baggy top, and your robes pooled at your feet whereas his rested about level to his ankles.


"In that, you'll look like his..." Ama mused, running his fingers along the soft fabrics.


"Yeah... There'd be no doubt about it. We'll be matching if he wears his." you reply.


"He'll wear his. He wants to show you off. It's only natural."


"I guess... It's gonna feel weird wearing this."


"Hey, at least you don't have to wear a hat."


"But I have to wear this..."


"True, but it's simply elegant... right?"


It was a golden head piece that had several draping chains which settled just above your eyebrows when you put it on. The piece really was pretty, but far too queenly for your taste. All of it was, and you got a knot in your stomach.


"Well, I'll leave you be so you can get ready. But do stop by before you leave- I really wanna see you in that getup." Ama smiles.


"Yeah, yeah. Leave." you grumble, lifting the undershirt.




Once you'd washed up and dried off, you put on the fine garments. They fit you perfectly and felt cool but weighted on your skin. You looked at yourself in the vanity mirror, trying to see as much of your whole figure as you could, and you could hardly stop staring. You loved it on you, but it didn't feel fitting.


Sitting down at the vanity, you set the the headpiece on the counter, next to your brush. Then, taking the brush, you pull it through your hair once again since you'd dried it. Once it was tangle free, you picked up the headpiece and placed it atop your head.


You loved all of it but it just wasn't... you. All you seemed to see was what Sinbad was likely expecting you to be at this point- his queen. It dampered your spirit a little, but you only sighed before you got up to show it to Ama.


On your way out the door, you were happened upon by Yam, who actually dropped what she was holding. Her eyes were huge as she looked you over, but she didn't jump around and go all girly and giggly. She just stared, stock still.


"Oh no." she said.


"... So it is what his queen is supposed to wear." you state.


"Are you two eating with the princes-"


"We're going out into the capital."


"Like that? Oh dear, (Y/n), you're going to have to pull out fast if he's wanting you to look like that."


You said nothing in reply to this, just walking past her to Ama's room. The door opened a few seconds after you knocked and Ama's reaction matched Yam's.


"Shit." is all he said.


"You saw what it looked like!" you yell defensively.


"But it's just like how a queen should dress. Damnit..."


"Yeah..."


"You do look great in it though."


"I don't feel great in it, I feel heavy."


"...When are you supposed to go?"


"He should pop up anytime now."


"Well, I hope everything goes well, and that nothing... disheartening happens... No matter what, (Y/n), I will be there for you. I promise."


"Thanks."


The two of you hung your heads at the thought of what Sinbad could possibly be going for with this. You hoped to anything that he wouldn't propose for real. You didn't want this to all end so soon.


"(Y/n)?"


You look over to see Sinbad, and Ama closes his door. The two of you stood alone in the hallway, and he stared at you just as shocked as Ama and Yam, but in a different meaning. He loved the way you looked in the colors and clothes of his country. It was so stunning to him, the simple but beautiful outfit you wore.


"You look gorgeous." he breathes, walking to you in quick strides.


He was wearing the robes he wore back in Sindria and during your first evening here in Kou. His hat topped it all off, and he looked so much more comfortable. But that was cuz it was his, and you wearing the same thing made you more so his.


It wasn't so kingly to be wearing another king's colors.