Sorry- the last bit didn't make much sense in the original so I re-did it.
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It had been perhaps an hour since Sinbad had discovered his Queen lying slumped over on the floor next to his bed, naked underneath a slight piece of clothe. And in that time, he had removed her from the floor- placing her in the middle of his bed. And then went about trying to anticipate her every need or want.
And gathered clothing, shoes, jewels and even a large platter of food covered from one end to the other in meat, bread, cheese, various fruits and sweet rose wine for her to drink if she should thirst; so that she would want for nothing once she awoke.
And what else did he do while she slept, you ask? Nothing weird or terribly risqué.
He just removed half of his clothing with the exception of his pants and took the time to undo his hair and grabbed a large glass basin of water and a small piece of clothe and after adding the slightest scent of dark spice scented oil to the water- took the time to wipe himself down and get rid of any dirt, sweat and grime that he may have on his body and in his hair.
After all, it wasn't everyday a king met his future queen face to face (however many questions he may have about how that happened) and the man in question certainly didn't meet his queen looking and smelling like a pig. At least not if they had any common sense. Thank you very much.
So he cleaned himself off to the best of his ability, then grabbed another clothe and dried himself and his hair off and then went to find a nicer shirt to wear for when his queen awoke.
He knew it was silly, but he just couldn't help himself.
His current shirt was pit stained- among other things and he found the very idea of trying to woo such a lovely maiden in that particular shirt positively wretched. So wretched in fact that he found the shirt that he had worn upon becoming king of Sindria.
A nice sapphire, elbow length wrap around shirt that belted around the left lower side of the shirt with small gold embroidery swirls around the collar and sleeves. It was a bit tight around his chest. But once he adjusted the belt a bit, fit him perfectly.
Next he trimmed an inch or so off of his unruly hair. And after cleaning up his mess, brushed and rebound it.
Now normally he wouldn't trim or cut his hair for anything or anyone. But this was his future queen dammit and he wasn't going to look like a ragamuffin! He was going to be as presentable as a king could and should be. He had too if he was going to impress her any.
Or at least that was the plan firmly affixed in his mind.
Until- he heard a soft moan from his as of yet- name unknown- queen and stopped what he had been doing or about to do, rather.
Which was unarm himself of any and all weapons that he carried on his person due to the fact that he was sure that his queen would be confused or perhaps a bit disoriented from her journey and the last thing he wanted was for her to become scared and manage to get something in her hands and try to attack him with it since he had been taught to never hold back.
Whether his opponent was a man or woman. Young or old.
It was part of the reason he still lived today. So when he suddenly found himself glancing over at his bed where his queen was sitting up with the thin linin blanket he used to keep warm on cool nights, clutched to her...mouthwateringly pink tipped breasts.
Oh god- he wanted nothing more than to suckle and fondle them and toy with them until she cried for mercy and he would then lower his face to between her creamy thighs and tongue fuck her senseless.
She just looked so- so beautiful. So decadent and sweet sitting on his bed, slowly rubbing the sleep from her eyes and being all unaware of everything. Like an armed to the teeth and then some man in the same room with her naked person.
And as much as he enjoyed seeing her all vulnerable and defenseless and such, he really needed to clue her in on the fact that she was no longer in her home and was thus- at present in the presence of a total stranger. Even if it meant that she might scream bloody murder, swoon, or attack him.
He stood frozen, oddly rooted in place where he stood- watching her as her hand finally fell away from her face and she took a moment to look around the room before noticing him and frowning even as he blushed and lifted a hand to give her an awkward finger wiggle of a greeting when she surprised him by slowly slipping from the bed, his thin blanket clutched to her breasts.
And awkwardly, on slightly unsteady legs, made her way over to him.
Her eyes foggy. Her expression slightly dazed as she looked up at his face before lifting a hand to touch him. The slight push of her palm against his tanned skin telling her that 'yes, he wasn't a dream.' or something to that effect causing her expression to change to one of shock as he brought a hand up to gently cup her cheek in his hand, his thumb running along the curve of her face.
"Y-You're real?" She finally stuttered when she found her voice making Sin smile a little before replying,
"I am." His words holding a hint of some sort of finality that caused her to begin to panic. Her eyes widened. Her breath came in quick, frantic little pants as her complexion paled and she began to slowly shake her head and back away from him.
Confused by her reaction, Sinbad tracked her movements, step for step just in case she decided to try running since she was still unclothed and running around naked- even in Sindria, was seen as an open invitation to a few tumbles in the sack.
What?
He was a man and so were many of his soldiers and other subjects. And yes, they could often at times be pigs. It was part of the whole 'man' gene. Or at least that's what he believed anyways.
He found it a tad funny that these were the thoughts crossing his mind now when his future queen stood before him utterly terrified. He should be soothing her or comforting her. Not tracking her around his room like the hungry predator he was probably coming across as.
"W-Where am I?" She finally asked as she looked around his room, obviously puzzled and scared and- He sighed heavily knowing that he had his work cut out for him and that he should start immediately, but was unsure with how to proceed when- across the room the door to his chambers opened and Ja'far peeked in.
"Sin. It's time to finish the paper work- erk!" The former assassin cut off suddenly as he was caught red faced, staring at Sin's future wife's nice curvy rear end a mere moment before she let out a loud, horrified shriek and- possibly due to the fact that he was nearest to her (damn Ja'far's hide) slapped him so hard that his teeth rattled in his skull and a few of his teeth cut the inside of his cheek drawing blood as he staggered to the side a bit.
Giving her enough room to maneuver herself around him and head straight for the door, where Ja'far stepped out of the way, his expression still stunned, and let her leave the safety of Sinbad's chambers before he could so much as order his friend to grab her.
