She hugged him tightly, not giving a room for him to move. He felt when Kassim collected the carpet from his hand and walked off with their parents, not looking back at them-for he knew how Adyan is fond of kids, he couldn't waste his precious time on this.
"Here girl, who's this person that we're hiding from?" He asked softly, sitting down on the near by bench-as she sat beside him.
"It's my Addah, we had a deal that whoever wins would be the Queen; the other the slave," she informed jovially, entwining their hands.
He looked at her affectionately, naturally; he had a thing for kids, but this girl couldn't be called a kid, she must be a teenager. "What's your name preety? You look beautiful," he complimented, pinching her cheeks with his usual soft and loving smile-albeit his eyes held
