疑惑と不安 || Sinbad x Reader

||7|| 祝典

祝典 || Celebration

Along with her great recovery came an extravagant celebration for her return and recuperation.

The King of Sindria had insisted that it was the best that he could do after neglecting his strongest warrior for work and other irrelevant females who threw their body towards his direction. [Y/N] had shook her head many times, refusing the offer of throwing her a maharajan--with a twist of course.

She thought that the form of celebration was kind of uncalled for considering the situation she was in. Her body was still under convalescence--even if she was able to move around. The pain shooting through her stomach was something that had her stopping each time that she remained standing up for a long amount of time, even if her stomach showed no signs of any scaring it still caused her agonizing pain.

Even when she had attempted to explain to Sinbad that she wasn't up for socializing in her current form, he continued to persuade her by saying that he would provide her with extreme comfort. The king pushed her complaint aside and stated that the Maharajan would be a form of celebration for her return back to Sindria. [Y/N] rolled her eyes at his comment, telling him that it's already been a month since she returned.

The generals, excluding [Y/N], believed that his many excuses to celebrate was just a way to cover up the fact that he wanted to have a couple of drinks and surround himself with beautiful women. The ninth general disagreed deep down in her heart. She believed that he genuinely wanted to welcome her back. Maybe it was just her emotions playing with her though, or maybe it was just what she wanted to be true.  

The decision was then made. 

[Y/N] had spent her whole day locked up in bed, the thickness of her covers keeping her warm as she stared up at the ceiling and attempted to get some rest. Through out the many times that Ja'far came in to check up on how she was, she insisted that she could do some work while lying down in bed to help ease him from the thick stacks of paper work.

The ex-assassin declined each time with a gentle smile. 

"Sinbad's orders were to let you rest until later tonight." He replied after her little whines of complaint. The female crossed her arms over her blanket-clad chest. The male simply chuckled and walked away, leaving her to be all by herself like she was before.

Near the end of the day Pisti came by to pay a visit to her fellow general. [Y/N] couldn't help but notice the stack of what seemed to be clothing in her hands. The [H/C] female eyed it before looking back up to the short, blonde female.

The blonde smiled towards the recuperating female before laying the said stack of clothing on top of her bed. [Y/N] adverted her gaze down to the stack of white cloth with a look of confusion before looking back towards the smaller female. Pisti only smiled before parting her ways from the older female. 

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The sun was slowly setting as [Y/N] pushed herself up slowly to go wash herself up. 

Her hand shot up to grip at her stomach as she got off in an attempt to assist herself. Her hands grabbed at the outfit that Pisti had handed her near the end of her visit. She didn't think anything about the outfit that was handed to her, trusting that Pisti had given her something stunning and elegant.

[Y/N] gripped her small stack that consists of a linen cloth and her clothes that should we wear later on for the evening festivities. She made her way down to the bathing area, walking quickly to get it over with.

Her fingers swiftly removed her night attire--that she had been wearing for a few days lately due to her being told to stay put in bed-- as she stepped into the heated water outside.