Fit to be Queen [Sinbad x OC]

part eighteen

Anxiety filled Iris's stomach as she clutched at her less-than-normally modest festival clothing. When they returned from Itraitha, Sinbad called for a Festival to celebrate the new trade agreement with another country.

But Festivals in Sindria meant drinking, and for the King of Sindria, drinking meant women. With the realization of romantic feelings between she and him, she was scared that he may just be a creature of habit as the Lady Killer of the Seven Seas, and she didn't want to be that girl that became insecure and demanded attention around other women.

As the sun set and the lanterns across the island country were lit, she made her way down to the area where she knew the Generals drank and celebrated. Her heart sank when she did see a few women hovering around Sinbad's spot where he had yet to sit.

With a goblet of wine in hand, he wore his kingly persona of pride and honor and said with a smile, "I'm sorry ladies, but I already have company tonight and will not be needing anyone else's. Please go enjoy the Festival elsewhere." He shooed them away and sat down.

Iris's heart inflated and thumped in her chest. Sinbad really did love her.

Sitting across from him, Sharrkan's face was pale and his green eyes were dull and dumbfounded, silencing the quarrel he was having with Yamraiha. He whispered to her, "Who the hell is that, and what happened to our King?"

The turquoise-haired magician grinned blissfully, "That is our King and he is in love."

"What?!" The tan man stood abruptly, knocking over a glass of wine and shattering it.

"It's Iris. She really has been good for him."

"What the hell are you saying?" He growled, questioning whoever dared blaspheme his King.

"Us girls know these things."

Iris approached the group, entirely uncertain of how Sinbad would treat her. His face lit up when he saw her, earning a satisfied hum from Yamraiha acknowledging that her theories were correct.

She headed for the seat beside him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to his lap. The position made her blush, making her feel awkward in front of the rest of the Generals. Ja'far scoffed and clicked his tongue, Hinahoho beamed with pride, and Pisti clapped quietly.

"Please let go of me, Sin. This is embarrassing." Iris whispered in the violet-haired man's ear.

"I don't want to." He smirked.

"Si-in..." She whined.

Just then, a whir of blue flew by them. Startled, they looked for the source, until it suddenly emerged and greedy small hands latched onto Iris's breasts. She yelped as the mischievous Aladdin buried his nose into her chest, mumbling "so soft" repetitively.

Sinbad quickly pried Aladdin from her and tossed him to the side like an animal. "Perverted little Magi." He scolded and cupped the girl's breast, her cheeks became an even brighter shade of red. "Mine. No touching." He glared at the young boy.

But the two of them were quickly thwacked in the head by Yamraiha's staff and pouted like children, rubbing the growing lumps on their heads. "You perverted little bastards!" She huffed. She pointed at Aladdin and ordered, "Stop groping women," then turned to the King and threatened in a dangerous voice, "Don't you dare treat her like she's just an object you own."

"Yamraiha wouldn't leave me." Iris muttered bitterly, raising a brow at Sinbad.

"I told you I'm sorry!"

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Nearly an entire year passed. Iris continued as Sinbad's aid, although she worked more as his partner than someone who just assisted him with his duties. She made battle plans and organized attacks, created trade agreements and negotiated with many leaders, and even helped to establish consistent and beneficial trade with Itraitha. She was just as capable a leader as he was, and he admired her for it.