Magi : Her Majesty's Judgement || Reader Insert ||

『 Chapter V 』

After Ja'far pulled his lips away from the flustered Magi, he ignored her flustered face as he caressed her cheeks, " No matter what, I'll always love you. " He smiled sweetly, placing a short yet, tender kiss on (Y/n)'s lips. He then exited from her bedroom while holding onto his firm composure.

Unbeknownst to (Y/n), it took a lot of courage for the ex-assassin to muster up his feelings.

Speaking of, he was now leaning his back against the marble pillar, " I-I can't believe I said it! " He stuttered with his whole face painted in red, " How am I going to face (Y/n)-san now?! " He covered his flustered expression with his hands, as he thought, ' I'm doomed. '

Sighing softly, remembering (Y/n)'s soft lips and the adorable expression that she expressed, as he thought, ' But, it was worth it. '

~*~

The next morning, Aladdin rushed his way towards Princess Dunya's room without causing any unnecessary commotion this early and why you may ask?

It was because he was worried that the consequences of using the Dark Metal Vessel had already taken a toll on her last night.

' Please! ' Aladdin silently prayed to whatever deities who were willing to listen and grant his selfish wish, ' Please spare Dunya-san and give her another chance! ' He burst open the door, causing the two individuals jumping slightly. Both of them peered their attention towards the young Magi, seeing that he was speechless when he saw that the princess was still alive and no longer had any black rukhs fluttering around.

(Y/n) chuckled softly at her grandson's reaction before glancing over the princess, " I shall take my leave since you two have a lot to talk about. "

Princess Dunya simply nods with a smile.

" Take care (Y/n)-san. "

" To you as well Dunya-san. "

~*~

|| At The Valley Of Flowers ||

(Y/n) sighs heavily, hugging her knees together while ignoring the numbing pain from the markings, " I hope they didn't tell the others of what had happened yesterday, " she muttered as she didn't want to answer or reveal any classified information even though she trusted them.

Well, not all of them.

She sighs once more, then she saw the rukhs fluttering around her. It was as if they were trying to comfort her, causing (Y/n) to slightly smile, " Thank you little ones. " She thanked them, wholeheartedly, as she could hear them saying ' You're welcome. ' before they hummed a lullaby that she had never heard before.

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ʟɪꜰᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ
ꜰᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴏʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ
ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

ʀᴀɪɴ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ
ɴᴏ ꜰᴏᴏᴛᴘʀɪɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏ
ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ

ɪ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ
ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʙʟᴏᴡ ᴏꜰ ᴡɪɴᴅ
ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀɢᴇ
ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ