{ ♔ } though rare - basically nonexistent, rather - the moments in which gratitude of having this talented, loyal companion by her side is expressed, Sinbad is truly thankful to have Ja’far. Not only now, after years of being together, but ever since they met (despite the circumstances not being the best), it feels as though she owes him too much to repay. Hopefully he’s alright with that reality.

                                                   she’d be nothing without her pillar, huh?

          “Huh? Here I am, enjoying the nice sunset, thinking of wonderful adventures... and you call me old! I’m not, you know? I’m still at the peak of my youth!” as figurine turns around to properly face the vizier, a pout is unmistakably located upon the woman’s features along with a slight twitch of eyebrows; hands firmly settled on waist. Ja’far is cruel, isn’t he? “You’re such a boring old man, Ja’far.” a huff; childish indeed, this self proclaimed king should grow up at some point. Soon. Or is it too late? “I want to explore the unknown, to face new obstacles, to challenge the waves-- haaah, those kids are lucky. Well, I suppose not dealing with your little angry self is a good thing. Although it was kinda cute, too.” yeah, she’s totally making of you, Ja’far.

                     { ♔ } for once, with how busy and grumpy a certain general tends to be practically every minute of his life, the sunset can be appreciated from the balcony of the monarch’s office where punishment had been delivered throughout the day by no other than Ja’far himself -- in the form of seemingly endless paperwork, naturally. Even so, Sinbad can’t help but sigh happily due to termination of boring tasks, and the beautiful scene before her eyes that consists of sun bathed Sindria and the ocean further ahead. 

          “When was the last time we went sailing for the sake of adventuring, I wonder.” it’s simply a rhetorical question finding its way outside lips from the confinements of mind where it should have remained; it isn’t as though Sinbad regrets anything, much less building this wonderful country, but... “Let’s go sailing, Ja’far, just like the old days.” uncharacteristically, the queen’s voice insists on wording out silly ideals, arms resting upon the ledge where body weight is supported; a sigh wastes no time to wander.

                    { ♔ } of all people, the one that catches attention with an immediate greeting happens to be the young prince whose true intentions are far from well hidden. Regardless, politeness and friendly mannerisms in general are always present when it comes to Sinbad; honestly, it would be shameful not to treat guests properly.                        “As well as they can be,” facade is adorned by a sunny smile, concealing anything else from prying gaze, “Have you acquainted yourself further with Alibaba and the others? I do hope your time here is enjoyable and fruitful.”

                     { ♔ } ah-- at least her beloved country of Sindria seems to have fulfilled the needs of basic care and entertainment; for an entity of power and importance to enjoy themselves - as is Aladdin, taking into account what he i s - means pride swelling and a content aura to remain latched onto embodiment. Lips holding a smile well in place, tanned extremity lifts and digits curl to gesture the youth to follow the sindrian royal.

          “I’m glad, truly! It pleases me to hear that from you, Aladdin.” despite many’s beliefs, lies are extinct in the spoken words -- for now. “It was decent. Although, given the relationship between Kou and Sindria, I could say it was wonderful. Nonetheless...” a pause, holding any further comments until they were past the drunken generals, common inhabitants and a little more in privacy. “...were things well here during my absence? I do not doubt my generals, in specific Ja’far and his report, yet -- the Empire felt restless.”

{ treasure }:

                    { ♔ } instead of walking, the pace should have been that of a run - actually, dashing away from the office and overly strict (boring) Ja'far is what should have occurred. Alas, given that such is not the current reality for the queen, dealing with the grumpy adviser has become the unavoidable; how does he dare speak those atrocious suggestions seconds after torture has (momentarily) ended? Inhumane, truly!

     "But it's no excuse, Ja'far--it's a great reward for my hard work. I did well, didn't I?" eyelashes are batted playfully, matching that of lips' transformation into a grin; though it vanishes instantly, replaced by a frown. "You make it sound as if I drank a lot, enough to pass out in every corner. I'm a grown woman that is perfectly capable of taking care of herself!"

                    { ♔ } paperwork is punishment, the worst in all honesty, and for the past two days... well, the royal's office has functioned as bedroom, workplace, entertainment (if one can call it that) -- basically, everything. At long last, doors are shoved open unceremoniously before hurried steps guide the king down the hallway. 

     "Phew! Free, free like a bird! Now, to go fetch good ol' wine." let the party start (maybe).

                    { ♔ } obvious festivities aside, and following the return of Sindria's monarch from the Empire of Kou, harmless & subtle teasing finds way around others -- around easy prey -- in the form of arms folding under prominent breasts, this time.

     "Oh, Aladdin, it has been a while! I hope that you are enjoying your stay here in Sindria."

                     { ♔ } "Mm?" steps halt upon noticing a tiny presence paces behind and from the corner of their sockets, golden hues glance back. "I think I feel someone following me, I wonder who~." a playful hum.