#troublesomeprincess

[laetationis]

A woman in a floor length dress and multiple pieces of jewelry approached him. She had a turban wrapped around her head, bunched up in the middle where a peacock feather was. It was attached to an emerald and a teardrop shaped ruby hung from the jewel. She didn’t look familiar until the familiar gleam of those hoop earrings, that long snowy white hair, and those golden eyes told who she was. It was Esra, now a grown woman. ((troublesomeprincess))

      🔥Until got a better look at her he wondered who this unknown woman             was. Approaching him like she knew him yet he couldn’t tell where he               saw her. Upon realization he widens his eyes and points at her all                the while his jaw drops and if could would meet the floor. That’s                his niece. But she looks nothing like how he remembers her.

                                                 “ Esra? “ 

[plantnxrd]

“First Asmodeus, now you, any more asshole djinns I need to know about?” Esra said sarcastically as she stared at him. ((Troublesomeprincess))

       “And what, may I ask, gives you the impression that I am what you claim me to be?”  The Djinn asked, looking over the girl’s visage with narrowed eyes and a look of discontent. “I mainly keep to myself and is always the one being pestered by said “asshole djinn”, thus what I say or do is justified. You do not know anything about me to assume such and It is you who should be called that, seeing as you rudely approached me with such disrespect.”

[laetationis]

Cont. troublesomeprincess

         🔥 “ By noise you mean falling after tried to help a cat down a tree then you           found the source of it.“ Though in mids of hassle the cat jumped down, then           just his luck the branch he was holding on to gave up which caused for him                                                          to fall and hit the ground with a loud thud.

       “ Anyways, what are you doing outside so late? Do you live at the palace? “

[voyagerofthesun]

“Dad! Daddy! Daaaadd!” A little voice yelled as a small child ran after Sinbad. Esra was panting as she raced after her father, grabbing onto his robes when she finally caught up, “I wanna see the rest of Sindria! Please, Dad?!” ((troublesomeprincess))

No one said being a father would be easy. In fact, the only people who would say such a ridiculous thing are those blissfully single or blatantly ignorant. And while Sinbad would admit he used to be one or the other, life had its way of teaching important lessons in the most ironic way possible.

The high king paused in his steps, thankful that he didn’t accidentally topple the little tyke over. She was so small, so very small. Was he this tiny before too?

“Esra, darling, it’ll be a busy day for me.”

He crouched down, attempting to levelly meet her gaze.

“Maybe tomorrow, alright?”

[karsiia]

“ i … i need help — ” (troublesomeprincess)

“Of course, of course. What is it? Are you alright?”

[tafarad-blog]

“D-Daddy,” Esra said, wiping away tears as she approached her father, “I really don’t like my Djinn. He hates me. Uses me. Manipulates me.” ((troublesomeprincess))

The king frowned as he opened his arms, enveloping his daughter within them and squeezing tight.

“I had a feeling Asmodeus would be trouble,” he muttered mostly to himself as he rubbed Esra’s back comfortingly. “What has he said to you this time?”

This wouldn’t be the first time he’s had to deal with uncooperative djinn, but when it came to his own daughter of course he would be doubly concerned.