Giving Fantasia: The Taking Fantasia Sequel

Chapter 89: Pirate and Princess

Chapter 89: Pirate and Princess

Hymns lifted into the air. The beautiful voices floated like snowflakes, announcing the arrival of Elsa, the king's bride. The assemblage turned as one, following King Arthur's gaze to his future queen. Nothing could have been more sacred. Even the rain hushed as every eye beheld the royal couple.

Perfect. 

Sinbad made his move. 

He slunk unnoticed by the hopeless romantics as they watched Elsa ascend the candlelit aisle. He crept silently to an open balcony, slipped under the awning shielding onlookers from the rain – and saw his wife.

Sinbad stared. And perhaps it was because they were at a wedding; or perhaps it was because of the heavenly hymn; or perhaps it was because Sarah was so beautiful – 

-- regardless, Sinbad removed his bandanna.

He lingered too long – every instinct warned him to hurry. But Sinbad ignored his better judgments. If he was captured, this moment would make it worthwhile.

Sarah hadn't changed. Not really. The only difference was that she looked ... brighter, fresher, born anew. Painfully, Sinbad remembered the dark circles and worry lines he'd given as her husband. He remembered how worn she'd become as his wife; how she slaved through the rumors and poverty, just to make ends meet.

But now, here Sarah was: sunny despite her sadness, gorgeous in a violet dress. She was stunning. 

She looked like a princess.

Sinbad swept his hair. After a debonair flick, he wove around two boys (one wearing a top hat, and one crying into his brother's lapel). Circling from behind, Sinbad grabbed Sarah's wrist, twisted her arm, locked it against him, and steered from the balcony.

"Don't scream." he rasped, free hand poised under her mouth. Lifting slightly, he drove Sarah against the wall, using the stone as an escape barrier. "Walk."

Sarah gasped. Then she hissed. "You."

Sinbad smiled. He was pretty sure a butterfly flew from his mouth, such was his pleasure. Sarah knew. She recognized him, despite the theatrics and disguised  voice.

"Hello Princess." Sinbad answered, turning her head and forcing the kiss he'd withheld for ten years. It was deliriously wonderful – exactly as Sinbad remembered and better than he dreamed.

Sarah wrenched away, breathing viciously. "You slimy, filthy – "

"Good, so all's forgiven." Sinbad murmured, resuming the kidnapping with a shove. Leaning to throw Sarah's balance as she attempted to pull out, he tightened his hold. "By the way. Love the dress. Lavender is your color."

"Go to Hell!"

"Already have reservations."

"That's right, I made them!"

"God you're hot." Sinbad's growled, urges roaring like lions. "Please tell me you're wearing black lingerie."

"You son of a – "

"— You can sweet talk later." Sinbad covered her mouth. Sarah had almost yelled, attracting several bystanders who turned, irritated by her outburst. Security guards were drifting from the Throne Room, investigating for the commotion.

"Okay Sarah, listen." Sinbad edged to a pillar. Back pressed against the marble to conceal his scimitar, he multitasked – scanning the wedding party while whispering his plan. "We need to get out of Fantasia right now. Where's Jim?"

Sarah elbowed, digging into his ribs. "Get off me."

"Sarah – "

"Get your filthy hands off me!"

"Sarah listen, we need to get Jim –"

"Stay away from my son you -- "

"Sarah!" Sinbad clamped her mouth. He squeezed, fingers sinking into her lips. "Sarah there is going to be an attack!"

"By whom?" asked a voice deep as the sea.

Sinbad froze.

"Shit." he cursed, turning into Admiral Triton. "Well this spoils everything. Sarah – "

And before he could be declared under arrest, Sinbad seized Sarah and ran.

Admiral Triton followed. But as he alerted reinforcements, someone screamed in utter pain.

It was King Arthur. 

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sultal's note: I know the last chapter btwn Wen and Peter was a little rough. Sorry, hope this makes up for it a bit. Btw -- I love how this chapter falls so close to Valentines Day. keep writing.