The Enchanting Witch// Magi•Sinbad

•chapter 16•

Have not updated in a long time so sorry if the story is a bit off fron here I will do ny best to pick up where I left off xx

~Merlins POV~

This fool is really getting on my nerves, I can't have any fun without him ruining it. He looked surprised to see me but smiled that bright smile of his that made me squint my eyes in annoyance.

"Good Evening, I will say I was expecting to see Musarur but you just so happen to be the one I am in search for," he chuckles.

Oh, i see, the reason Musarur had found me tonight is because this idiot made him watch over me? I get that I'm nothing close to an angel but does this man need to constantly petrol me, it only ends up in my favour.

"Well, you found me. Now, goodbye," I turn my back to leave and return to the red headed man currently tied down to the bed waiting for me.

"Actually, Judal is the one who is searching for you, he won't stop bothering me until I bring you back to him you see," he calls out. This doesn't stop me however, but it does make me chuckle.

"Well that sounds like a you problem, I rather enjoy the torment he is bestowing upon you. Now, if you'd excuse me," without turning around I raise a hand to wave goodbye, but it is caught by another

"No, you are not excused. Is that anyway to talk to your king?" He sneered. "You will return to the party at once and assist my magi to bed. Understood?"

"Your magi?" I hissed.

Judal is not his magi he is my- oh that's right, I almost forgot Judals stupid proposal, the whole reason for this party in the first place. I huffed, yanking my hand from his grip, but failing. I finally turned my head back towards the man, sending him a icy glare, only to be met with his firey glare in return.

"Yes, my magi. Or did you forget?" He said, his grip on my wrist not budging.

"Then why don't you go and put your magi to bed yourself, hm?" I challenged. "Oh wait, that's right, you can't, because I'm the only one he takes orders from."

My feet leave the ground as I begin to float in the air until we are both eye to eye, our noses almost touching.

"You may be his king, but I am his master," I declared, earning a glare filled with fury. "And as long as that is the case, he will do as I say. So it'd be best that you keep me in your good graces, and take your filthy hand off me before I change my mind on putting Judal to bed."

Sinbad's jaw drops in shock, not expecting me to say what I did. I would rather not do as he says but I want to prove a point. That Judal is mine.

Letting me go, I float back down on my feet. However, I do so a bit to rough and end up causing pain to shoot through my injured foot and fall to the ground with a yelp.

"Merlin?" Sinbad gasped, kneeling down to the floor. "Are you ok? How did this happen."

He asked, referring to my bandaged up foot that I was currently cradling in between my hands. I waved him off explaining how I had cut my self and that it wasn't a big deal. This didn't stop his worry however and he decided to pick me up bridal style.

"Put me down I said I was fine! Take me to Judal!" I demand, trying to free myself of his grasp, only for him to shake his head in disagreement. "Why not?!"