Falling for a God

Ch 9: Casita

~Shuri~

I paced back and forth, kicking the sand off my feet. My stomach clenched in a knot, and my sweaty palms against my suit's fabric felt uncomfortable. M'Baku's decision wasn't a route I would have taken, having into consideration what it meant for Namor and his people.

I'm not coming back to Wakanda until I can prove his innocence.

Those were my final words before leaving for Mexico. Adria had bought a casita; a small house and part of the beach in Uaymitun, Yucatan. It was a private place away from tourists and locals; the perfect spot for a hideout.

The god-king, alongside his most trusted warriors, Namora and Attuma, walked out of the water. I often wondered why he had to look glorious whenever he made an entrance from the sea. Having in mind that I contacted him away from our usual meeting spot, it was more than obvious that he wouldn't come alone.

Namor's eyes lurked around the beach, then back at me as he slightly tilted his head to the side. Confusion was painted across his face.

"Princess, general."

We greeted each other; Attuma and Namora doing so with their respective salutes.

"King, I'm glad you're here and it's nice to see you again, Attuma, Namora."

I spoke, fidgeting with my hands. My heart was pounding against my chest; things could go terribly wrong if my words weren't careful enough. Namor walked over to me, looking concerned. As expected, he could tell something was off.

"Tell me, princess. What's wrong?"

I had to jump straight to the point, but it would be best if Attuma and Namora could understand our conversation.

"Let's... head inside first. I would like to give a present to you two."

My arm pointed towards the casita that wasn't too far from there. Beyond the beach towards a green area sat a little wooden house with an orange tree on the side. It had two bedrooms and a small bathroom which Adria painted in a turquoise color. There was a telescope on the side and an electric piano in one of her rooms. Books of all sizes were on every shelf; romance, astronomy, and marine life were her favorite type of content she would indulge in. The rustic small kitchen had a little window which let us see the forest and plains of grass slowly mixing with the sand. The backyard had a bunch of pots and plants of all sizes and colors; there was a hammock on the side as well which if I remember correctly, she once fell from. Seashells had transparent strings attached to them and were hanging from the ceiling, making her house look ethereal.

Namor walked in, almost on the tip of his toes. His footing always seemed so delicate for some reason. He looked around, then sat in one of the four chairs of the dining table set.

"What an interesting place."

He said, gazing at the seashells above him, his fingertips brushing against the edge of the shells. I could see the corners of his lips barely raise; even Attuma and Namora looked intrigued.

I stood before the two Talokanil warriors and showed them with open palms a pair of earbuds.

"King, could you translate for me?"

"Of course."

Attuma was eager to see what these little earbuds were all about, but Namora wasn't so sure about it. If I could describe her in one word, she would be a cat.

"These are waterproof translators. You will be able to understand me and I will be able to understand you. If you say something, the translator will mimic your voice and speak in English or any other preferred language. Would you accept my gift?"