Magi Fanfic: Fallen Destinies [Sinbad X Reader]

Sindria

You didn't lose anytime in the city and headed directly to the palace. The sooner you could leave, the better. You at least took the time to bath and change in a proper dress of your country. It was a purple chiffon dress with one sleeve, stopping just above your knees and lined with golden threads. You arrange your (h/c) hair with a matching pin in an elegant bun. The necklace, proof of your status, was as always around your neck. Barely an hour after your arrival, you were waiting in the hall for a soldier to announce you, Mephelios behind you. It wasn't long before a man with white hair and freckles came to you. He bowed and from the descriptions Alibaba gave you, you recognized Jafar.

"It is an honor to receive the Holy Maiden in our country. The king awaits you, if you would follow me."

You went through countless hallways, many of them were open to beautiful gardens. You couldn't help but be amazed by the surprising architecture and the number of flowers and plants. You tried to kept a neutral face, but it was so different from your austere country that your jaws dropped more than once. It clearly was on purpose that the visitors had to follow this path and you fell for the trick. Jafar stopped in front of a double door and opened it. The interior was smaller than you expected it. The only windows was at the top of the high and thick walls. There was no furniture, but big cushions formed two spaces for sitting. A young man with purple long hair and golden eyes was nearly lying on one of them, guarded by a Fanalis with short hair and a piercing on his chin.

"Lady (y/n), it's a pleasure to receive you in Sindria. Please, sit with me."

You took small steps toward him, your (e/c) eyes locked on his golden ones. Sitting on the floor with a short dress was challenging, but you somehow manage to cover your legs under the attentive look of Sinbad and Masrur. Mephelios stood behind you, with the same stance than Sindria's Fanalis.

"I can't say I was expecting the Holy Maiden of Elepheltes. Last news I have are the country being at war."

You couldn't help but think that this man was dangerous. You felt so powerless in his presence, as if everything you could say or do could be held against you. But you were used to hide your feelings so you just smiled with a simulated carelessness.

"You are well informed, your Majesty. My presence is not unrelated to this fact."

The king smile widened. For a second, he looked like a predator, playing with his prey before killing it. You understood why your countrymen didn't want to deal with him.

"I suppose you know why I am here, now." you said, still smiling.

"I believe so. But you just came back from a long trip. Please rest tonight in our palace. I'll ask Spartos to escort you to your room."

It was an order. The door opened mere seconds later, with a young man in the frame. His red hair was in front of one of his eye and he was wearing the same outfit than Jafar, without the hat. You rose, bowed to the King and followed your escort.

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The trip to you room was awfully long and nobody was very talkative. You yourself weren't the type to drive a conversation, but the heavy silence started to get on your nerves. You knew Spartos recognized you the moment your eyes met. Sasan and Elepheltes' Lands shared the same faith and were once allies, Sasan having the upperhand. It was a common place for pilgrimage and of course Holy Maidens had to visit the city of virtues at least once. You were only 4 when you went and met Spartos and you only spent a month or so with him, but you often though about the younger prince of Sasan. At the time, you were kept under high protection and barely met children your age so you expected to befriend him. But he was already as silent as today.

"It's been a long time, your Highness," you said, as he didn't seem to talk first. He stopped and slightly turned to you.

"Please don't call me by this title in Sindria, your Holiness." his word weren't cold, but you felt the distance he tried to put between you two.

The silence fell one more time and you weren't sure what to do or say. You were looking for a subject to discuss Alibaba and a man with white hair and tanned skin -Sharrkan, if you remembered Alibaba's description- came out of a room, laughing. As soon as they noticed you, Sharrkan smile turned into a grin.

"Yo, Spartos! I didn't expect you to be in such company," he said, putting his arm of the prince's shoulder. "Mind introducing us?"

You could feel Mephelios glare at him behind you. Before he could do or say anything, you slightly bow at the Heliohapt man. "I am delighted to meet you. My name is (y/n)."

"Pretty name for a pretty lady. Alibaba, you didn't told me she was gorgeous!"

"You are far too kind," you said and he came closer. "I hope we will see each other at the banquet tonight. I have a good feeling about you." He leaned toward you until you could feel his breath on your ear. "But your bodyguard is scary. Even for me."

You could only smile awkwardly, knowing he were right. You still silently praised Mephelios for not punching Sharrkan right now.

"If you would excuse us..." the green-eyed man moved away from you. "It's still early and I need to train the youngling. See ya!" He locked Alibaba's neck in the crook of his arm and went away. "See you soon, (y/n)!" screamed the blonde between two complaints.

Spartos, who was fastly forgotten, turned to you. "I guess I don't have to invite you, now."

Few doors after, you finally arrived to your room. It was a pleasant suite with a antechamber and two bedroom, one wider and more luxurious than the other. As soon as you arrived, Spartos excused himself and left you and the Fanalis alone. Some servants had brought your belongings to the palace and you found your equipment in the chest in the larger room.

"Gosh I don't like these people!" said Mephelios after enough time to make sure the Sasan prince was out of hear. "Who does he think he is, this King, to order (y/n) and after such a short meeting! And this Sharrkan! He's the worst!"

You let him pester alone and went change yourself between a screen. The reassuring cold of your armor's plates felt good on your skin. You were not the one for a dress, especially in an unknown country. You remove the hairpin from your (h/c) hair and twisted them in a strict braid, suited for a combat.

"And where does Your Holiness hope to go like this?" asked Mephelios, a childish pout at the corner of his lips.

"Training. You know that Sindria only consider strong soldiers as allies, or at least equals. I have to prove I am not the pampered Maiden my title suggests." And maybe you could catch a glimpse of the one who caught your attention. But of course, you shut this part up.