Several weeks later-

Sinbad sat in his room once again, before the mirror, watching and studying the young woman on the other side. He feels it is his place to watch, and learn what he can of her. And so far from what he had gathered she lived alone and that made her vulnerable. Vulnerable against what he didn't know.

And that made all that he did know was that she was in need of desperate need of protection and someone to care for her. She was in need of him.

So he watched. And he learned what he could, noting that she kept a strange schedule that would put Ja'far to shame. Her living quarters, though slight- were neat and tidy and rarely did she ever leave anything just lying around.

She didn't even leave her dirty clothing lying around!

Which was an entirely new concept to the king, but nevertheless appreciated. Much like her independence. It was one of the first things Sinbad had noticed about her. She liked doing things on her own or not at all. And she did them at her own pace.

Whether it was climbing out of bed in the morning and getting dressed to styling her lovely silken hair and applying a strange sort of rogue to her lips and eye lids and then painting her fingernails some ridiculous color (like sea foam green or violet purple or silver).

Meanwhile outside his bedroom there was total chaos.

While Sin had been engrossing himself in his new and...albeit slightly disturbing habit of watching the pretty girl in the mirror, and yes, even lusting after her to the point where he had practically become a bear ever since his birthday party- because he was soooo frustrated that he hadn't figured out a way to find the woman.

He had also accidentally let it slip that he was thinking of taking a wife and settling down during the last meeting he'd attended with his generals to discuss affairs of the state. He may have even accidentally have been day dreaming about the mystery girl when he not only broached the subject but mentioned that he knew who he wanted as his queen.

Which had naturally thrown his generals and everyone else into a tailspin of random bouts of happiness (after all it was about time Sin married and produced several dozen heirs) for their king and dear friend as well as several bouts of nervous break downs, random crying...and at least six or seven suicide attempts from Ja'far who had had to be talked down off of the palace roof every time and heavily sedated.

Apparently the mere thought of Sinbad marrying and having kids was enough to send to former assassin over the edge big time. Which left planning most of the royal wedding planning and decorating to the ladies and at least two of the men.

"No, no, lift the vine higher," Yamraiha said to the men trying to hang a special flowering vine so that it made the columns they were decorating look like flowering trees. Though in their opinion if the general Yamraiha didn't stop adding more flowers to the columns the blasted things would probably collapse under the weight of the vines and kill whoever would be walking under them. "Oh come on guys!" The blue haired woman snapped impatiently before adding, "Our king and his future queen will be walking under those vines!" She said as she used some of her rukh to make the usually pristine red flowers on the vine bloom, change color to white and begin to glow in opalescent colors of pink, lavender, and pale greens and blues.

Once done and the flowers were hung, Pitsi came skipping up and looked at the arrangement and grinned. "Unity flowers. Nice."

"Yes. Yes they are. And when we finish hanging a few more vines, more flowers must be collected to decorate the queens chamber for the wedding night and consummation of the marriage where I have it set for the flowers to turn blue once Sinbad and his lady wife are done, and the petals will fall from the flowers to blanket the room and hallways of the palace for days!"

Pitsi grinned happily and clapped her hands together before saying almost gleefully, "Oh! We need to do more than put Unity Flowers in the queens chamber- we need to decorate it so that it fits the lady."

"I agree. But due to the fact that we have yet to meet her in person that will be a mite difficult to do." Yamraiha pointed out to her overly chipper friend.

Pitsi's excitement suddenly seemed to fizzle out as she realized her friend was right and she said, "You know- now that you mention that... I wonder when King Sinbad is going to bring his lady to the palace and introduce her."

(*****************************************************************************************************************)

Meanwhile in the other world-

Sinbad's new guilty pleasure sat on her bed, leaned over at the waist, zipping up the zipper on her favorite black leather ankle boots with three inch heels and then stood up and looked herself over in her full length mirror.

She had a job interview at a local club today to work as either a bar keeper or waitress. It was a classy high end place that demanded only the best of anyone who applied to work there. And sadly due to the fact that she had been on her own for over a year, since the only family she had left had died, she'd had to take care of herself.

And while she had known that it would happen eventually she wished she had planned ahead by leaps and bounds since the only nice things she had to wear to her interview were a wrap around teal colored 'kimono' style shirt with lavender and pale, pale pink cherry blossom print on it.

That while nice, showed far, far too much of her cleavage. Far more than she was comfortable with actually. And what you may ask made her stand before her mirror, look herself over and whimper, you ask.

It was the skirt.

The damnable (barely covered her ass) denim skirt that she had had for three years. The one that at one point she had thought was 'cute' because she had been young and stupid and trolling for male tail.

Doing another once over she checked her hair, make-up, and again, her clothing and felt her palms start to sweat a little bit. "Oh, I look like a whore..." She muttered to herself as she inwardly cringed.

(******************************************************************************************************************)

Sinbad had been in mid drink when he had suddenly spewed out the wine that he'd had in his mouth and made a weird little squeaking sound as he gaped at the woman in wide eyed disbelief/fascination, horror.

He didn't know where she was or the customs of her country... But- She. Was. Not. Going. To. Leave. Her. Home. Dressed. Like. That. In fact she was never to go anywhere dressed in such a sexy way. Not unless she was with him and they were behind closed doors where he could fully appreciate how she was so scandalously clad.

He thought as she looked away, breaking eye contact with him and sighed while stepping back and turning to leave, causing what little brain functions the king had going at the moment due to the fact that all the blood in his head had more or less raced south- to create a panic-like effect on him that caused him to jump up out of his chair as she made for her door and do something stupid.

Like shout, "No! Don't do it!" And trip over his own feet as he lunged for her, temporarily forgetting that she was 'mirror girl' and not standing before him as flesh and blood as both he and the mirror toppled ungracefully to the floor and her image disappeared.