The King {Sinbad x OC}

Meeting my fiancé.

I sat, looking at myself in the mirror, my white hair cascading down my back. I hadn't worn my hair down before, it was new to me. I stood up, following the guard. I wasn't as surprised towards the situation anymore, instead just staring at my beautiful black clothes. 'Woah.' I said, a guard clearly blushing. Pervert. I walked down stairs, to find what looked like King Sinbad. Wait, It didn't look like him, It was him! He looked so cool. Sinbad stared at me, wide eyed. Why do I feel like he's a pervert too?

Sinbad greeted me gleefully, as we walked towards a large room. 'So you're Princess Machi.' So informal already. Creep. 'Well, It seems I am.' I replied, leaving him looking surprised. 'I heard rumours that you didn't know, but I didn't think they were true, at all.' He said to me. 'Neither did I, until five minutes ago.' I replied. 'No shame!' He said, leaping back. We were in the room, and Sinbad stood with his hands crossed. 'Thats your fiancé.' He said, smirking. Masrur stood there, scratching his cheek. He's shy. He's totally shy.  I stood in front of him, and bowed. 'Hello there, sir. I am apparently Princess Machiko.' I just barely finished my sentence, before falling onto the floor, laughing. Looking back, I noticed that Sinbad was cough away laughter too. Masrur stood in front of me, crouching down to ask if I'm ok. 'Uh- Are you ok?'                             . 'I'm fine. I'm fine!' I replied, crawling up from my position. 'Sorry, I couldn't take you seriously.' I said to Masrur, leaving him confused. 'W-Why?' He's so confused, It's too funny. Holding back my laugh, I stood up. 'You don't look shy at all, you know.' I said to him, placing my hands on my hips. 'Er- And you don't look like a tomboy, I suppose.' He replied, trying not to look away. I turned to Sinbad. 'Is he actually shy?' I asked, shameless. 'Not when you get to know him, I think.' 'How can you just "Think"? Haven't you known him for ages?' I asked. I didn't get an answer. I turned back to Masrur, who looked annoyed. Ignoring that, I grabbed his hand and leaped out the room, jumping off a balcony. Masrur looked surprised, but just before we reached the ground, I left him watching, amazed, as sand lifted up, catching us. 'Trust me. I'm not normal. I think.' I shouted, as we flipped across the island on sand.'So you're a General, right?' I said, as we leaped across the sand. 'Yeah, One of the Eight.' He replied, leaving me to notice he was more sociable. 'Are you shy, or just unfriendly?' I asked him, as we stepped down from the sand. He ignored my question, and held my hand again. 'Are you a magi?' He asked. 'I think so. I don't know what else I would be.' I said to him, as he looked around too see if anyone else heard. 'That makes two more magi's than are supposed to be in existence. I wonder what's going on.' He said to me, scratching his head. 'How many dungeons have you captured?' He asked, with more questions, too.  'Five.' I said to him. We ran across the sand, as I realised that he's actually quite interesting. And weirdly quick to socialise.