The lost princess of Arenthia

Chapter 5 ~ Jollof Rice & games ~

Amorette <3

It's been 2 weeks since I found  Shaquille in the forest and 2 weeks since the smoking incident.

Luckily there hasn't been a reoccurrence of that. Shaquille hasn't been talking much and it's during these two weeks that I've realised he's a man of a few words possibly even more introverted than me.

I tried to get him to go to the market with me a few days after the incident but he was persistent on not going, I think it might have something to do with me finding him in the forest. Sadly I had to go on my own.

I got to the market and had to find clothing that would fit him well. I did a good job at that and most of his clothes fit him only one didn't and it was a pair of trousers that wouldn't lift higher than his mid-thigh I had to return them and when I did I got more food for the house and an extra candle.

Obviously.

Currently, I'm taking Shaquille's measurements so I can knit a shirt for him.

His back is facing the couch and I'm on a step trying to measure his shoulder length, even as I'm on the step I have to stand on my tippy toes.

It's at this moment I notice how tall Shaquille actually is. He's at least 6 foot 5 which is very sad cause I liked being the tallest person in my house.

I finish measuring his shoulder length and tap his right arm asking him to turn, I forget my other arm lingering on his shoulder and as he turns his body pushes into me.

I don't have time to think as I'm knocked off my feet and start falling to the ground. I brace myself for the impact waiting for my back to hit the cold floor but the impact never comes instead two warm firm hands clasp around my waste and lift me up.

I open my eyes to come face to face with Shaquille, his eyes laced with worry. As soon as those warm hands come they leave as he sets me on the floor the heat from his palms lingering on my waist for a few moments longer.

"Are you okay  Amorette ?" The way my name rolled off his tongue made it feel like my name was created just for him. I coughed and opened my mouth to respond.

" oh yeah, sorry about that." I stumbled my fingers fidgeting with each other again.

He held onto my hands causing the fidgeting to stop and I just stared at him, the heat from his hands made my cold ones instantly heat up.

"No need to feel uncomfortable around me I'm sorry for becoming an unwanted guest- "

" You are not an unwanted guest Quille," I say squeezing his hands, I don't know where the nickname came from but it felt right so I continue my sentence "Not at all I decided to bring you in and it's a decision I don't regret not one bit." And I mean it.

A smile tugs at his lips and I smile too.

" Now let's get back to measuring I want the shirt done by the end of the week ."

And that's exactly what we did I continued to measure him and he just stood there the slight grin still faint on his lips.

Once I'd finished he was so tired he flopped on the couch and started to doze off.

I started laughing because he seriously got tired after something as simple as measuring clothes.

I drop the measuring roll on the little coffee table I have in the living room and join Quille on the couch.

He snores in his now full-on slumber but ends up with his head on my shoulder. I stifle a laugh and lay my head on his a sigh leaving me as I smell his strong natural scent I don't know why but he smells like trees and citrus and it's the perfect mix. I fall into a gentle sleep and feel all of my lingering stress wash off me in calm rolls.