#fallenkingofsindria

[fallen-into-depravity-blog]

"You're mine."

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The sound of Sinbad’s voice rang in the Magi’s ears, confusion evident on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows, head tilting to the side. Had Sinbad really just said that? The Oracle shifted in place, half turning away from the King of Sindria, weight resting on one leg, “I’m yours, hm? Heh, I don’t think you even know what that implies, Sinbad. That would mean you would have to want me in some shape or form. Don’t you hate me for everything I’ve done?”

Judal turned his head away, scoffing, “It’s like you’re becoming attached or something. I don’t want anything from you other than for you to be my King Candidate…” Despite his harsh words, the Magi’s cheeks were turning red, lips far too pouted for him to actually mean what he was saying. Fingers lifted and ran though raven locks, pushing them back from sanguine eyes, “I guess even the Idiot King has to be rejected sometimes too. Everyone knows your harem won’t do it.” Was that a hint of jealousy? Who knew?

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The hot Sindrian night had worn on slowly, with loud laughter and many goblets of alcohol poured. Judal, of course, had tried to refrain from drinking. While he was a fan of Sindria’s peaches, he couldn’t say the same about it’s alcohol. To be honest, he was quite the light-weight when it came to alcohol anyway (as Kouen had only ever let him drink juice when they were out), and so he only trusted himself to go drinking with the First Prince.

However, about a half hour after sunset, he found himself with a goblet of Sindria’s finest wine in his hand. He caught the scent of the alcohol, the smell burning his nose a bit while his fingers clung to the goblet. It was distinctly stronger than the “alcohol" he had been allowed with Kouen. He deluded himself into thinking it was merely because it was Sindrian alcohol and not Kou Empire’s fine wine — of course it would be rougher than the alcohol his fine country made, right? Lifting the goblet to his lips, he took a drink and felt the intense burning slide down his throat into his belly. It was a strange, hot burn and pooled in his belly, igniting within his blood slowly. He took another drink — and another, and yet another, until the goblet was e m p t y.

It wasn’t long before he began feeling strangely out of his body, finding himself swaying slightly, something that’d never happened with Kouen’s wine. Again, he blamed the fact the wine was Sindrian and not of Kou — but that still didn’t stop him from reaching for another glass. However, a hand came into view, finger pressing his hand away from the pitcher with a soft sound.

Crimson eyes lifted to find molten g o l d hues before him, framed with silken indigo hair. It was Sinbad. The stupid king had come to see him? The Magi grinned, though it was slow and obviously drunk, a laugh bubbling up out of his throat, “Well hello, Stupid King!” The words were only slightly slurred, and Judal found himself reaching out to grab Sinbad’s hand, laughing again, “What’dya want, Idiot King?”

[haemaatic-blog]

"You're mine."

"Of course, my King. I am your vassal and your adviser and I will continue to be until the end."

[kou-empires-babysitter]

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"INTERRUPTION"

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Judar immediately turned around as soon as Sinbad walked in, not only embarrassed and shocked but also quite surprised of the sudden 'visit'(?) of the King. ''Knock before ya walk in!'' He angrily -- still being very embarrassed -- shouted at him, followed by a hiss and a red face. 

[bloodcoveredjudar-blog]

"You take such joy in pretending you're okay."

"oh do I now? and what makes you think I'm pretending to be okay?"

[bloodcoveredjudar-blog]

"Kiss me before I go."

"fine but only because you where so good." he said, leaning up and pressed a kiss to his lips.

[bloodcoveredjudar-blog]

"I just want you to be mine."

"is that so lord Moron? well now you have to work for it and prove it."