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Sinbad wasn't a terrible king. He didn't have a too terrible personality, he wasn't really that much of a bad person.
You ran down the halls of his palace, humming.
It would be your one-year anniversary today. Ja'far caught sight of you as you danced around. "Happy today as well?" He grinned.
"Yeah, I can't wait to see Sinbad- do you know where he is?"
Ja'far shook his head. "I do not, sorry."
"That's alright! I'll just search for him." You waved to him as you ran off again. "Please be careful," his voice echoed behind you.
From the time you woke up, you had not seen him since. He wasn't at your side when the sun came up, and the side of his bed was cold.
But perhaps, you thought, if he was working so hard, he could be in his office.
So you ran your way there, the warm breeze rustling and brushing back your hair. You creaked open the door to his large room; but the man you were searching for was not there.
You crawled onto his seat with a sigh. "Where are you, Sinbad?" You stayed silent. You could practically smell him as you stayed in his chair.
Faint voices brought by the breeze welcomed themselves into your ear. A voice giggled, "oh, Sinbad!"
You blinked, listening, sitting still in your seat.
"You are so bad!"
Gingerly, you walked to the large, open window. The coldness of the tiles against your bare feet was ignored. Peering down, the secluded gardens were in sight.
"Hurry, shall we change places soon?"
You stared down, the vines had been growing against the castle's walls for years- there wasn't a chance for them to rip.
There wasn't a moment for hesitation. You dropped down, the winds whipping your face faster than you had ever experienced, before.
Adrenaline coursed through your body, sweat developing at your palms. Suddenly, you felt yourself caught off the draft.
"May I ask what you are doing, my Queen?"
You felt yourself dropping to the grass, gasping for air. "I need to hurry-" You realized who it was once your eyes adjusted to the sunlight.
"Morgiana!"
She blinked, confused. "If you are depressed, you can always come to me and-"
"No! No, that's not it." You glanced desperately towards the gates of the garden. "I have to go, thank you for helping me."
Morgiana watched you leave, but confusion swam through her mind.
Your breaths were light but your footsteps were heavy as you walked towards the entrance. Your heartbeat thudded in your ears.
You didn't even need to open the gate. For Sinbad and another woman walked to the gate, themselves, hair disheveled and clothing looking like it was thrown on.
The world came crashing down before your very own eyes, and your stomach lurched violently. Blood thumped in your ears.
"Oh!"
It was absolutely no mistake: the woman's voice was the same as the one you heard from the window.
"Is it simply what it looks like?" You asked, "I don't think I'll need an explanation, right?"
Sinbad did not respond.
"Fooling around in the garden? The same garden you gifted your own wife when you got married, is that right?"
Your king did not say anything back.
"I knew you were that kind of person when we got married. You told me you wouldn't do it anymore. I knew I was a fool to believe that."
Sinbad flinched, and the girl besides him let go of his arm.
"I'm so sorry, my Queen." She bowed fervently, before hurrying away.
Hurt tinged your skin. You looked up at him, his golden eyes cast to the ground as if he was truly ashamed.
You slid off the band from your left hand. "I can't believe you would do something like this when I was so in love with you."
You flung it as far as you could. The thin band of precious metals soon fled your vision. "We're done, expect me out by tomorrow morning."
