Chapter 15

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I had awoken to Sinbad holding me in his arms like I was some sort of infant. His skin was so warm and he smelt so nice, not of alcohol, but of spices. His head was resting on mine, and his heart was beating too hard. Was he worried? He acted like he was worried. I can hear the knocks on the door, and crying.

"Mama..." I had wiped my tears and listened to Esra. Thankful that Anna had saved my daughter.  "Papa..."

"Open the door for her." Sinbad had ordered. His voice sounded so soft and gentle, the guard nods, before opening the door and letting Anna and Esra inside. My princess was dressed in a blue dress that had a beautiful belt tied around her waist. Her hair was pinned back into a high bun and small pieces of hair curled in spirals near her ear. Sin would normally have her wear her favorite tiara she had found when they had toured the palace; she had held on to her tiara for the past year she's stayed here.

I had sat up and slid carefully onto the bed. I winced, but Sinbad had helped me with my leg. His eyes meeting mine for once, and he looked so guilty.  I held Esra in my arms and rubbed her back. My tears were never ending, my hands shaking uncontrollably. I had thought of a world without Esra in my life, and I didn't like it.

I would rather be dead then without my daughter, I wanted her safe. Even if I ended up dying instead.

"You lost a lot of blood." Sinbad explained. "The bruise on your face is starting to go down. You should—"

"Am I in trouble?" I asked, straight to the point. Esra was careful not to touch my wound. Even when she was laying on my side. I couldn't tell to get off me, she was just as scared as I was. "I have committed a crime."

Sinbad was watching Esra in silence. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but he held her hand and rubbing his thumb over her palm. "She gave me Hell when I found you. Called me every name she can think of, and told me how horrible I am to make you so sad. "

I had kissed her head. Imagining our bossy little girl telling off her own father in her mother's defense. She was just like her grandmother before she had died. A little ball of fire ready to burn everything around her. Sinbad deserves far worse than he's getting from her..

"I'll talk to the generals and tell them to be on guard. Every one will be searched, and monitored. " Sinbad says, I nod and didn't bother to watch him leave. Anna closed the door and walked up to us. Her cheeks were stained, and her face holding in her tears. Her shoulders were even trembling; She was trying so hard to hold  herself together. She's making me cry just staring at me like this.

"Anna..." She had held me tight in her arms and sobbed. Her face staining my clothes and her weeping was unbearable. She was my first and only friend, and she had stayed with me. She had loved Esra like an aunt — like we were sisters. She had thought she lost me forever. 

"We were worried. Neither of us could sleep until we know you were okay. I fought one of the generals just to get as close to Sinbad as I could— But Esra had chewed him apart. " She  closed her eyes and tilted her head up. Trying to calm down. "Lord Kouen was furious with himself for not being there to save you. He's probably still beating himself up because of it."

"Can you bring Kouen to me? I want to see him." Anna nods, and wipes her face, before taking off to find Kouen. Esra smiles in her sleep, and I just couldn't help but feel happy now that she's safe in my arms.

It didn't feel like a long time when Kouen had knocked on the door before entering. I looked into his eyes and saw relief settling there. My heart smiles while seeing the small grin on his face. "You're alright."

"I'm sorry to make you worry." Kouen shook his head and stepped closer cupping the sides of my face and kissing me. He had dropped to his knees and continue his adventure. I can tell he was frantic, his hands hovering over my face and gliding to my neck. Holding me there. Taking caution of my wounds and bandages. My soul shivered in his mere grace, my heart was on fire— it nearly brought tears to my eyes.

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