Sinbad cast his bride and somewhat dark glower at his amused Queen as she continued to snicker at him while he rang out his waist length hair and heavy royal clothing. "Well..." He began to say something snide to Mya but his words died on his tongue when she cut him off by saying in a suddenly somber tone,

"I'm sorry, but that was the least you deserved for marrying me without my knowing." He stared at her for a moment and then abruptly shut his mouth. Conceding that she had- at least- that point. Then she surprised him by asking, "I didn't hurt you doing that did I?" Causing Sin's narrow eyed stare to widen considerably at the concerned note he heard in her tone.

"If you were worried about hurting me, then you should not have tossed me overboard." He said sternly as he finished ringing out his over shirt before taking a moment to slip it and his under shirt from his broad shoulders, missing the way Mya studied the way his muscles moved under his bronze colored skin before his eyes flickered to his Queen again as he said slowly if not a little awkwardly, "Well, either way- If you've managed to get whatever animosity you hold towards me out of you're system, then I think it is time we speak...about us."

Mya nodded her head in agreement and moved to sit across from him on the deck of the ship while his generals all moved to someplace behind him and to the...left? A little bit, maybe- so that they could eavesdrop on his talk with his wife and perhaps see her toss him overboard again.

The traitors. He thought as he waited for Mya to become comfortable before speaking again, "I'm sure that you're curious about what I wish to discuss-"

"Not really." She said politely as she folded her hands in her lap. For all appearances, seeming as if she were the very picture of calm and serenity. "I imagine it has to do with what's expected of me as you're Queen. Running your house hold and country if you should have to leave to trade with a foreign country or discuss politics or wage wars. Oh! And heirs. I can't forget that. Every king should have at least a dozen or more just in case something happens. Like famine, disease, accidents, or even assassinations. Am I right?" She concluded her little one sided conversation with a peppy smile that just flat out took the wind out of his sails.

Metaphorically speaking of course.

Sin gave her an equally peppy smile as he rested an elbow on one of his knees and then placed his chin in his palm and considered his wife with a sly smirk. "Yes. I did wish to speak of those things. And you are right- we should have a dozen little ones or more-" At which point Ja-far let out an outraged yell from behind him, interrupting his talk with Mya.

"Don't you dare even think of it! You are having one child- You hear me? ONE!"

Both Mya and Sinbad glanced in the direction of the fuming green eyed man before looking back at each other and smirking evilly, for once their thoughts were along the same lines.

"He'll act as the heir's royal nanny."

Mya shrugged her slender shoulders and only got a little movement from her injured one before cringing and bringing her hand up to hold the sore area. Ow. Ow, that hurt. She thought as she rubbed the still tender area gently with her hand, catching Sin's eyes with the movement.

"Still hurt?" He asked, concern coloring his tone as he regarded her from underneath his long bangs. She made a soft humming sound and shifted around a bit where she sat before settling down.

"Yeah."

"You should rest more." He suggested kindly and tilted his head a bit to the side when he heard a peculiar half laugh, half snort come from her.

"If I stayed in bed any longer people would think I was dying. No, I prefer to be of use even if I can only do a little at a time."

Sinbad studied her for several moments before smiling and nodding his head in understanding. He himself absolutely hated not being able to help others when they asked for him too. He hated it so bad that he had the insane tendency to step in where he wasn't wanted or needed in an effort to help others. Thus winding up stepping on toes.

Which usually caused an political disaster of one kind or another.

Casting a thoughtful glance Mya's way, Sin debated on what to do now. She'd pretty much covered everything fairly important that they needed to speak of at the moment. Even if it was half jokingly done. And though she was still injured, she stubbornly refused to stay abed any longer. So should he see if she wished to go out and about? Perhaps to the market where all the trading was done?

He was still dying to take her there and spoil her. Plus since Sindrya was to be her home from now on she needed to learn specifics about running the country. And what better way to do so than to go to the market and get some hands on experience?

Besides, he still needed to court the woman. Didn't he? And if she was feeling up to being up and moving around then why not take her to see some of the sights while he planned out his next move.

Slowly getting to his feet, he towered over his wife by almost two in a half feet. Her head barely reaching his shoulders, he noted with a vague sense of amusement- after all this tiny little gal had managed to not only man handle him but pretty much toss him over the side of Kouen's ship- and held a hand out to her as he said, "Well, if you're feeling up to it- since you don't want to stay in bed like a normal person. Why not try to get to know me and my people a bit? I've been dying to take you to the local market and show you off."

It was probably the wrong way to phrase his words since it made her sound like an prized horse of new piece of furniture or something. He could almost sense his generals all cringing. Especially those of them with wives of their own back at the palace.

However Mya didn't seem to take any offense as she slipped her small hand into his own and let him pull her to her feet. Once upright again, she carefully retracted her hand from his own and smoothed any wrinkles from her dress as she inwardly seethed at his words.

Show her off.

The son of a bitch wanted to show her off! Like a newly purchased brood mare or something? Was he an idiot? She wondered as she cast a glance in the direction of his men, all of whom wore pained expressions of varying degree's since they obviously were able to read her much easier than her new husband.

The ninny- She thought darkly as she gave him a sunny smile and replied, "I would love for you to show me around and get to know you some." And while they were at the market she was going to look into finding some ingredient's for making her own special brand of itching powder.

After all, just because she was married to him- and likely would be for a long, long while- didn't mean that she couldn't make him see the error of his ways every time he stepped out of line. Now did it?