A short time later- Aladdin found her room being invaded by Yamriha and Pitsi, both of whom had come carrying...gifts...if one could dare to call such things that. One such gift was a pretty-ish sapphire colored dress with gold embroidery. Whereas another was some matching slippers, and jewelry. And of course the last 'gift' happened to be daintily scented floral soap, oil, and lotion for Aladdin's use during and after her bath.

Of course Aladdin's reaction to these items was somewhat unexpected by the two women, after all usually when their king sent such lavish gifts to a female- she was happy to have them. Aladdin however, bared her teeth at the items and growled like a rabid animal might have.

A sure sign that she neither wanted nor appreciated such things.

But then after hiding herself and her gender for so long, neither woman could truly blame her for her reaction. She was used to the unrestrictive clothing of a male, and acting like one. Being a little lady had obviously never even crossed her mind.

Which is probably why Sinbad had asked them to help her out.

And they did, though it surprised them how much Aladdin had fought them when they had bathed her and scrubbed her long hair and her skin with the sweet smelling soap and oil. And then she had fought them some more after the bath, nearly causing Yamriha to tire of her antics and restrain her while she was rubbed down with the lotion, and then had her long hair mercilessly brushed and teased before the two had settled on putting it up in an intricate knot at the back of Aladdin's head and simply braiding what was left over so that the length hung half way down her back while the rest of it was pinned up by intricately carved hair combs.

After which they then dressed her in the dress and slippers and then left the furious magi in her room to await whoever was unlucky enough to be chosen to escort her to Sinbad's room for dinner.

The moment that her bedroom door closed behind them, Aladdin felt her eye twitch almost violently before letting out a loud, blood-curdling scream of pure, unadulterated rage.

I mean, how fucking dare he?!

Just because she was a girl didn't mean that he had leave to overstep himself in such a manner and try and dictate to her how she would dress, smell, look and act! No one had that right. No one.

And if by some chance she ever decided to marry a mortal man again in this life time, she wanted someone without a spine that she could walk all over!

Growling again in anger, her mind began to run through her newest pet names for Sinbad. Stupid, irritating, good for nothing- The knock on her door halted her train of thought just long enough to tell whoever was outside to enter. Glancing towards the door, she noted Masrur standing there holding something and nearly hissed at him like a cat as she gritted out.

"If that is another gift from Sinbad- I don't want it."

"It isn't a gift from Sinbad. It's actually from me. I saw Yam and Pitsi come and go and knew that you'd be upset and wondered if you would want to get revenge on Sin for treating you like this." The fanilis said as he held up a small basket with a ribbon tied around it.

Frowning at him for being able to understand why she was upset so well, she then asked, "What's in the basket?" She could sense life coming from it, but couldn't see it.

Marur cracked one of his rare smiles and held the basket out to her so that she could see the contents.

Inside, curled up on it's side was a fluffy pure black kitten.

Aladdin's anger melted away somewhat as she reached into the basket and carefully extracted the dozing feline that she had just startled wide awake and held it against her chest.

"Masrur, it's beautiful!"

"It's a girl. So name her well."

"Oh I will. By the way, is Sinbad allergic to cats?" Aladdin asked, Masrur hesitated for a moment before nodding his head in response to her question, and got a chilling grin from the young magi. "Thanks for the info, I think this little beauty will be coming with me for dinner." Aladdin said, earning a choked laugh from the man before he quickly sobered up and then nodded his head again, knowing that Sin was going to have a devil of a time not breaking out into hives during his meal with Aladdin.

"Come, I will take you to Sin now."

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Sinbad was putting the finishing touches on the table where he and his future bride were going to dine when Ja-far finally returned from the task that he had sent him to do. He ran into the room with flowers in hand, and nearly tripped over his own feet before Sin could catch him and thank him for running around like he had as the man handed him the flowers that he had requested and then waved bye to him and left the room wishing his kind luck in snagging Aladdin's heart.

Tonight, Sinbad supposed, could count the beginning of his unofficial courtship of Aladdin. And as such, he wanted everything to be perfect.

The food, the drink, the flowers in his hand, the table and it's settings- Why he had even bathed, shaved his face, and groomed himself rather meticulously before he had dressed himself in some deep violet colored robes and then pulled his long hair back into a high ponytail akin to the one he used to keep it in a few years before he became king.

Quickly checking himself over in the mirror, he checked his appearance over with a critical eye.

Because tonight was such a special night- he wanted to look his best for Aladdin.

Once he finished looking in the mirror, he straightened his clothing and then walked over to the table where their dinner was laid out and carefully set the flowers down next to Aladdin's plate so that she could easily see them and then went to his side of the table to patiently await Aladdin's arrival.

A few moments passed, and he began to feel slightly anxious when finally he heard a knock on his door, and soon after Masrur peeked in. "I've brought Aladdin as you requested." The man said as he looked his king over in what could only be shock, if there had been any preconceived idea that Sin was merely toying with the notion of courting Aladdin and marrying her- it was gone now.

His king didn't dress in his finest for anyone unless he held them in high regard, or he was attending a funeral for a close friend. So seeing him dressed in some of the richest clothing that he had with his hair brushed and tied back like it used to be, was beyond shocking to the fanilis. Not only that but there was the few other details that he managed to take note of.

The table, the foods, the drinks, even the small bouquet of flowers sitting next to one of the plates... Everything practically screamed, 'I'm courting this female!' to the man.

"Thank you, Masrur. Please, let her in." Sinbad spoke to him formally, a sure sign that he had something serious on his mind. Something to do with the magi.

So to say that Masrur felt a little bit badly for handing the magi the kitten that he had found, would be an understatement. He just hoped that the little feline's presence didn't cause all of Sin's very careful planning to go down the drain.

Stepping back out of the way while pushing the door open a little bit wider, Masrur nodded his head at Aladdin to let her know that she could enter now and watched as the young magi stepped through the door with the kitten draped over her shoulder like a tiny fur pelt and smiled at the picture she made.

Whereas he caught the slight hitch in Sinbad's breathe the moment he saw her.

"Hello Aladdin. You look beautiful-"

Aladdin reached up and pried the kitten from her shoulder and attached it to Sinbad's chest and then stood there and watched as it shimmied up from his chest to his shoulder where it perched itself there and let out a fierce sounding growl at being disturbed from it's comfortable place.

Sinbad, unable to react in time just sighed when the little beast sank it's sharp little claws into a particularly fleshy part of his shoulder before it draped itself over the area and simply twitched it's tail in irritation.

"Has anyone ever told you that you lack serious manners? I mean really- since when did being forced to dress like a concubine in your harem constitute a fucking dress code?" Aladdin said in a sickly sweet tone as she reached up and yanked the hair combs from her hair along with a handful of dark blue strands and then handed Sinbad the hair comb and snapped, "Next time you get the brilliant idea of making me dressing a way I do not like, much less am uncomfortable with- do us both a favor- and forget that I'm here."

"Hn. Your unhappy with the gifts I sent I see." Sinbad said, wondering if Aladdin would like anything that she could receive as a gift from him. If she had this much of a problem with the soap, oil, lotion, dress and slippers- he could only imagine how she would react to being handed a crown and a kingdom.

If anything she seemed most likely to take any crown given to her and snap it into pieces and shove it someplace real uncomfortable for him.

"What girl in her right mind enjoys being treated in such a manner?" Aladdin shot back, her tone belying her anger. Sinbad flinched slightly and apologized to her before she seemed to notice that he was wearing formal clothing as well and cocked her head to the side a little bit as she looked him over.

Shoulder riding kitten aside, he didn't look half bad in his formal wear. He had even styled his hair. Though why exactly that was relevant she didn't know. Nor was she going to waste her breath asking since she probably wouldn't get a straight answer from the man anyways.

Sinbad held his tongue, not exactly knowing what to say to her about how she had been 'treated' by him. He had thought that he was doing something nice. It never occurred to him that she might resent it so much. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he almost completely missed her complimenting his looks.