"Oh damn!" Sinbad practically snarled as he shot his bleeding long time friend and general, Ja'far a dark look as the man staggered a bit just inside the door way before catching himself and bringing his hand up to his mouth where his lip had been split open.

"Where did she go?" Sinbad asked as he finally managed to reach the door and peer through it, hoping against hope that his future wife's current state of undress might have stopped from going too far.

No such luck there, He thought as Ja'far growled out. "Oh, no. Go ahead and worry about you're whore. Honestly you would think after so many years with you I would come to expect this sort of behavior from you- But noooo," Ja'far griped on.

Not noticing that Sinbad's body had tensed up the moment he had referred to the woman as a whore and he was currently gripping one of the large heavy, doors so tightly in his hand that his knuckles were bloodless and white, just in an effort not to turn on the younger man and punch his lights out.

His mind awhirl with so many dark thoughts that it frightened him, but first and foremost was the thought of finding his future queen before something happened to her that he would never be able to forgive himself- or his people for.

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Meanwhile-

Mya was hopelessly lost.

So much so that with every step further she took, she began to panic even more than before and after a while became so engrossed in finding a way out of...where ever she was- that she didn't remember the fact that she was practically naked until she passed something that looked like a massive gold and jeweled mirror, and came to a stop so that she could use the blanket she had to wrap around her body in a weird parody of a toga. Taking as much great pains as she could to cover her ass, thighs and breasts to the best of her ability.

It wasn't enough, she knew, from just looking at it.

It didn't cover her body as it should have. And she couldn't pull on it otherwise the knots she had tied would come undone and then she'd be even more screwed.

And that was the absolute last thing that she needed since she had other things on her mind. Like where he fuck was she? How did she get there? Had she been kidnapped? Was this a human trafficking ring? Is that why she was naked? She was to be trained to be someone's sex slave and earn her right to wear clothing again?

Cause she had to say, the very thought of somehow managing to fall through a mirror wasn't in the least appealing to her. Maybe if she were 'Alice' and this was 'Wonderland' but somehow she doubted that.

So once she was done fooling with her blanket, she started moving again- somehow hoping that if she moved so far that she'd find a way home. Until then she would simply avoid people and- she slammed into something harder than brick and instantly fell back.

Landing partially on her side feeling as if the wind had just been knocked out of her as she turned her head and glared at the 'wall' and found two men in polished armor standing there staring down at her and felt herself start to hiccup as she began to panic again.

Oh dear god- She thought as she took in the two.

"See." One of the men said as he pointed to her, "I told you someone unfamiliar was around." He continued on as she took a moment to study him and his... Good god was that man human? He was over twelve feet tall with a thickly muscled physique, a face that despite the terrible looking scar running from just under his right eye to his chin- was still handsome. But it was his eyes and hair that were truly and stunningly, unique.

Both were an almost turquoise blue with traces of aqua in them.

And his friend, while a great deal shorter- held an impressive presence himself, but not nearly as impressive as the giant as he studied her for a moment and replied, "Hn, so you did. I wonder where she came from?" He seemed to ask himself more than his friend as he squatted down before her and noted as much detail as he could.

The woman wasn't dressed in any traditional garb or dress for the women of Sindria, and he wondered if perhaps she was someone's mistress or lover since slaves weren't allowed. Sinbad would throw a fit if any of his people left the country and came back with a slave of any kind.

Especially so if said person lived and worked in the palace.

While it was true that Sin was a king, he was unique even among other royals due to how he ran things in his kingdom. For one, slavery wasn't allowed. In fact that had been among one of the first laws set into motion.

Slavery wasn't allowed.

However if a person wished to work for a living- they were paid. And they were paid well for their services, whatever they may be. End of discussion.

But this little one before him and Masura looked like a slave to him. And that meant that someone in the palace, under Sinbad's employ, had broken the rules. And that was unforgivable to him. So much so that it almost made him growl, however as his eyes took in the woman's face he seemed to realize that that wouldn't be such a good idea since she looked so terrified that she wasn't breathing right.

Automatically thinking that maybe his size might be intimidating her, he began to move back away from her and was surprised/shocked when tiny, delicate hands laid shaking against the skin of his forearms as she looked at him, her expression pleading for...something that filled the large warrior with an unmistakable rage as she quietly started crying as he made the decision to take her to his family's private quarters for his wife and children to tend to her while he hunted down the person responsible for those tears.