after the storm ❀ MULTI IMAGINES

teyana taylor

navy kanumba's pov

the cheers of the american civilians rung through my ears as i smiled and waved to them.

or atleast attempted to in the huge covering blockage of my security.

i was grateful for them , they protected me and it was their job. none of us really had an option.

i wanted to feel normal and talk to "normal" people. i didn't want to feel so out of touch.

i didn't want to sound like , "oh being a must princess is miserable." i knew my privilege , and i knew it can be worse . but everyone has aspects of life they wish were different .

my father, pulled slightly on my arm towards the car, which we would take to our temporary housing for our stay in the states . specifically in washington dc.

my dad, king abasi kanumba, is the king to the throne of the kingdom of iwealia . my mother is his arranged wife and the queen, queen natori kanumba . next in line for the throne, would be my older brother, prince asante akuji kanumba . that leaves me , princess nadia navy kanumba .

i just go by navy. it's my favorite color.

(——made up place , but the names have origins from tanzania , excluding navy. )

my parents had been talking day in and day out about how we needed to have an important family talk when we arrive. they urged it couldn't wait until we got back to the palace in iwealia.

i was nervous to see what it was about. we didn't talk as a normal family often, we only talked unless it was about something regarding iwealia .

i knew this would probably be one of the times it wasn't something positive or easy to talk about. usually my mother was very happy and obvious when it was something on the contrary.

asante and i looked at each other and sighed lowly and secretly as we made it in our escort car.

they're were cameras everywhere , and they could definitely still see through the crowds of security. they could make a mile out of an inch , so we didn't want to show any emotion other than positivity, something people may not realize is something you have to worry about and actively pay attention to.

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"you're getting married !"

my heart dropped as i tried to look happy for my parents . i knew i would get married young, i knew i would get married in an arranged setting. that wasn't the issue . it was just too unexpected.

this was planned before even before my birth. it's tradition, no matter how controversial it was.

as far back as i know of , my royal bloodline has been arranged marriages. they all seemed to work out, from the outside at least. i don't think they would ever admit to any form of disdain.

my parents were arranged , both opposed to it until they actually met each other and fell in real love. that would be the perfect situation. same with my brother, he was married 2 years ago. he was much more resilient , his wife wasn't too hesitant, but a couple months into marriage he had grown to love her.

they arranged marriages rarely consisted of other royals, but they always consisted of people of high standard. whether that meant they also had a say in iwealia as a nation, or they were a rich and loved figure. also born into arranged marriages . they knew the deal just as much as i did .