The festival in Sindria was in full swing. Music echoed through the grand halls, and laughter blended with the clinking of glasses. At one of the long tables, Sinbad’s wife sipped her wine, watching the festivities with a soft smile, content in the lively atmosphere.

Nearby, Sinbad stood among his generals, Drakon and Hinahoho, and his newest guest, Alibaba. The mood was light, filled with stories of battles and adventures, when Hinahoho leaned in with a mischievous grin.

“When are we going to see a little Sinbad running around here?” Hinahoho asked, his voice booming over the noise. “With the kingdom at peace, it’s about time, don’t you think?”

Drakon nodded in agreement, smirking. “It’s true. A king needs an heir.”

Sinbad chuckled, casting a glance across the room toward his wife. She was seated elegantly, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she caught sight of the conversation. His gaze softened, the warmth of the moment seeping into his tone.

“Well, I already have a wife who keeps me plenty occupied,” Sinbad responded with his signature grin. He let his words hang in the air for a moment, his eyes still on her. “As for the kids... well, let’s leave that to fate.”

The generals exchanged amused glances, and Hinahoho gave a hearty laugh. The conversation shifted, but Sinbad’s thoughts lingered on his wife for just a moment longer, before he turned his full attention back to the celebration.

After Drakon and Hinahoho departed with laughter, Sinbad’s gaze wandered across the lively festival, settling on his wife, who was savoring a glass of wine at a nearby table. A smirk danced on his lips as he picked up a jug of wine and made his way to her, weaving through the jubilant crowd.

“Ah, my queen,” he said, setting the jug down with a flourish beside her. “I see you’re enjoying the festivities without me.”