You and Sinbad had a history, and wherever you crossed paths, chaos followed—always. His arrival in Syracuse aboard that ship meant one thing: trouble. Sinbad, with his eyes set on robbing you of the most precious thing you held close—your heart—was now here, perched casually on the terrace railing, dagger in hand, flashing a confident smirk your way.

How dare he show up here, in your city, playing his dangerous games? You entertained thoughts of pushing him off that railing, watching him plummet into the sea below. Or perhaps you should alert the guards, or better yet, summon your brother, Prince Proteus of Syracuse. Either way, you were far from amused by his presence.

This encounter was no accident; Sinbad always sought to disrupt your peace. As you stood there, contemplating your next move, the sea breeze carried a faint scent of salt and adventure, underscoring the gravity of the situation. Sinbad's smirk only widened, knowing full well the effect he had on you.

"Always so serious, my coral," Sinbad drawled, his voice smooth as silk over rough waters. "Can't blame a pirate for wanting a bit of excitement, can you?"

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Sinbad's nonchalant attitude grated on your nerves like sandpaper on wood. "Excitement? You call stealing hearts and causing chaos 'excitement,' Sinbad?"

He chuckled, twirling his dagger between his fingers. "Why not? Keeps life interesting, doesn't it? And besides, where's the fun if I don't ruffle a few feathers along the way?"

"You're incorrigible," you muttered, barely containing your exasperation.

"Ah, but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?" Sinbad winked, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Now, let's talk business, shall we?"