The Dark Magoi Rose

Chapter 11

Yasmine:

My eyes were locked on Sinbad as he floats down to the ground. His hand holding his sword and — he looked like a dragon to me. I didn't know if I should be honored or annoyed.

"Yo," I greeted . My father standing by my side now. "Finally waking up from your beauty sleep?"

"It wasn't a pleasing nap," He says, a smirk was on his face when he says ," You can help me go back to sleep,Her Highness. I'd probably never wake up just from the mere touch of your fingers in my hair and the soft singing of your voice.."

Father was snickering. My face as red under my veil.

"I'm sorry,but I can't." I explained. "You can't handle the fire I possess nor can you keep up with me. I'm a wild one,and no man has ever kept me on my knees."

Sinbad was grinning. He was getting close to me.  "I'm not just any man,Her Highness. You know that by now."

"Aye...but who kicked your ass just to get through that dungeon?" I ask. The irritation was setting in his eyes. He was silent for once, but I smiled. "Thought so. No extraordinary man would let some woman come in and steal from him."

"You're not just 'some' woman,Yas.. You're my woman." I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes.

" I'm no one's woman but my own." I growled. I felt some sort of power running through my veins.

"Does Marco know about our night together?" My eyes widen. I can feel father watching us in bewilderment, as well as disbelief. Sinbad explained to my father the night I had stolen his sword. What I had done to distract him.

"Now I'm pretty sure that goes to show that I am your mate and —"

"Consort..." I continued. "a play thing used for boredom. That kiss held no meaning."

Sinbad was smirking. glaring at me, watching me cover my own ass.

"That means that he belongs to you, and you belongs to him..." Father finally spoke, breaking the tension between us. "It may not be in the present, but you two are bound by such an act. "

"But I am to be—"

"You should've thought of that before you were kissing me, her Highness." Sinbad chimed in, I turned to him and drove my fist across his face. He had fell to the ground and held his jaw.

"When the king is present, you shut your mouth and listen." I barked out. Our eyes locked, and—honestly he looked so much better close to the ground. Watching me with smoldering amber eyes. "This is not Sasan, you don't get to disrespect our King with your head held high."

"You're delicious when you're angry, Yasmine." He mumbles. I bit the inside of my mouth, but my father held up his hand; making me stop almost instantly.

"You must excuse my daughter, she had her mother's temper." He says, Sinbad looks over at the statue of Amalia, and then back at me.

"So that is the source of your beauty." I growled as he stood closer to Amalia's statue. The architect had managed to mix the perfect colors of her light peach undertones under her sand colored  skin and her dark  red hair that was held in a bun. Her eyes looked so clear and determined, no one would ever challenge her decisions as Queen, and no one spoke against her behind her back. She had even work the necklace I had bought when I made my first purchase. She was so thrilled at me, and her face was so beautiful when she smiled.

Why? Why did you do it, mother? Why take Jashiem?

"Yasmine..?" I looked over my shoulder at my father. He was walking closer to me and held my hand. "It is terrifying how much you look like your mother, and how much you act like her in regards to your anger. I hope you are able to live and love just as she could not. Your life is your work, and how you get to make it worth your enjoyment is up to you. You do not need to remain in the past,but honor your brother in the future. "