Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part one

Sindria was known for its celebratory and glorious lifestyle under the leadership of its King. He captured many dungeons, claimed the land, established the notorious Seven Seas Alliance, and made a name for himself; a name worth more than one can quantify with gold and jewels.

But Iris was up for that challenge. She had already taken the lives of many influential leaders and businessmen and earned her fair share of bounty to compensate for it. This particular King though had the highest bounty over his head than any other person or organization she had witnessed.

So she hid in plain sight among the festivities of the country of Sindria. The women were dancing in flowing fabrics and jewels, with and without partners. The men were drinking and singing horribly out-of-tune, but joyfully. All she had to do was dress in clothes similar to the natives and present wine to the Eight Generals.

When the young woman finally had clear sight of her target, she had to suppress a scoff. He was either infamous or magnificent depending on who one asked, but this man - seemingly unsuspecting and drowning in alcohol and women - was undoubtedly her target. Though he was clearly drunk, the way he sat and held himself reflected his authority and pride. His muscles represented his undeniable strength and his long purple hair, his jewels, and his clothing all reflected his royalty and standing in the Kingdom. There was no mistaking King Sinbad of the Seven Seas.

And killing him would bring Iris all the riches she could ever need. In fact, it could provide her and the poor and starving of several countries with everything they could ever need.

She set another goblet of wine on the table beside the man as he cradled two women on his lap while another several hung over his shoulder. She flicked her icy silver eyes towards him, clutching the other goblet she held for another one of the Eight Generals. For a moment, his golden eyes met hers, holding her glare for longer than a comfortable amount of time. Careful not to ruin her cover, she grinned and quickly placed the second goblet on a table more central to the Generals. She then snuck away into the festive crowd, blending in perfectly with the other citizens.

Hours into the morning the festival drew to a close. Citizens returned to their homes and the Generals moved their drinking to inside the palace. Sinbad's possy of women had left him and one-by-one each General decided to retire for the night, most of them heavily intoxicated. So, Sinbad also ventured to his grand suite.

The girl hid in the shadows, covering her festival clothing with a dark cloak as she followed the sloppy, drunk King. He dropped one article of clothing after another from his body as he practically crawled into his room. Luckily, he was too intoxicated to care for what was going on around him, leaving the door wide open for Iris to sneak inside.

Though assassinating the King was proving to be easier than she had assumed, she was careful not to become too confident. This was Sinbad of the Seven Seas, after all.

He collapsed onto his massive bed, nearly completely naked aside from a small undergarment he wore under his pants. She stealthily climbed onto a tall piece of furniture so that she could be higher than her target, killing him the moment she got close enough to slice his throat. She waited a few moments to hear his breathing become more rhythmic, signaling that he was fast asleep. Once she observed this change in his body, she prepared herself, clutching two battle knives in front of her body.