Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part seven

The next morning there was a light and rhythmic rap on Iris's door, obviously different than her usual morning visitor. She waited for a moment to see if the guest would just walk in.

When he or she didn't, Iris invited the individual to come in.

Yamraiha peeked her head through the door with a pleased grin. "Good morning!" She hummed. "Are you ready?"

"I think so." The darker-haired girl answered, hanging a single large bag over shoulder. "I'm not quite sure why Sinbad has me coming along, though." After thinking about it the previous night, she still couldn't find an answer.

The magician thought to herself for a few seconds, searching for an answer as well. "I think he enjoys your company." She then released a giggle. "Though, I don't think he understands that not everyone likes his." She joked as she started walking with Iris through the palace to get picked up by a carriage.

"I don't know how I'm going to handle these next few days stuck on a boat alone with him." She rolled her silver eyes.

"Oh, don't worry, there will be fifty other soldiers on the boat, too." Yamraiha added sarcastically as the carriage started down the island from the highest peak that the palace stood on.

Sindria was a truly beautiful tropical land. The foliage was healthy and green with vines crawling up walls and the shadows of palm trees shading the bricks and walkways. Sea birds flew above in the cloudless, blue skies. Iris couldn't help but feel lucky to be in the joyful, stunning country. This seemed to be one of the best places for anyone to live.

"I'm glad you're here, too, Iris."

The said girl was flattered, feeling honored that one of the Eight Generals valued her.

"I think I am, too." She muttered back quietly.

Once they reached the docks, the other Generals were already there. The soldiers were already assigned to boats and loaded while Ja'far seemed to be complaining to Sinbad about something while the taller man seemed to wave off whatever concerns he had with a toothy grin.

"You're late." Sharrkan professed irritably once the carriage stopped.

"Shut up, idiot." Yamraiha spat back.

Iris laughed, finding their bitter, yet authentic relationship very amusing.

When the King heard them, he broke off his conversation with Ja'far and pushed past him, approaching the magenta-haired girl. She was entertained with watching the magician and swordsman bicker and wasn't paying attention to Sinbad until he grabbed her hand and beamed, bubbling with giddiness.

She blinked quickly and raised a brow as if to say, 'what the heck are you doing in public?' She knew he regularly did this kind of thing with her, but never in front of others.

However, no one seemed particularly surprised by this.

"I am very excited to share a small confined space with such a beautiful woman." He flirted.

She quickly pulled her fingers from him, pressing her lips together in a smirk and narrowing her eyes, clearly annoyed. "In separate rooms."

Sinbad fell to his knees in gloom and defeat as Yamraiha declared "that's my girl" under her breath.

Iris began to confidently walk towards the boats, turning back and yelling, "I thought you were waiting on us! Let's go!" Sinbad caught up to her side, resuming his normal kingly persona.

Taking a pause from their argumentative banter, Sharrkan whispered to the turquoise-haired woman, "what's this about?" clearly referring to the King and his aid.