Con La Brisa

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Namor withheld the urge to roll his eyes as he knew Queen Ramonda would take that as an insult, most likely, she would use that as an excuse to kick him and his people out of Wakanda.

Talokan and Wakanda were in the midst of a very intense discussion, intending to create an alliance, that would keep them safe from the wretched colonizers.

On his right side was his cousin, Namora, on his left was his general, Attuma, they were on guard as the Dora Milaje and Queen's Guard flanked Queen Ramonda.

Several of the Tribe Elders were there as well and of course, the Jabari were present with M'Baku muttering under his breath about, "the Fish Man and his demands."

A sudden loud noise of the Wakandan children squealing and giggling in excitement interrupted them, Aneka snickered under her breath while Ayo sighed in false annoyance and Okoye shook her head, hiding a grin.

Queen Ramonda sighed in a playful manner while M'Baku laughed loudly, several of the Elders matching his joy.

There on the window was the famed Black Panther, protector of Wakanda, held two children in their paws and one on their back.

Aneka quickly opened the window and with a smooth movement that screamed of both grace and undeniable flexibility, the Black Panther was now lounged on one of the chairs.

Cuddled to their chest were the three children, two girls and one boy, about five or six years old.

"Black Panther, glad that you've come out of your lab to grace us with your presence," Queen Ramonda chided but with tenderness present in her gaze.

Namor felt his heart stop for a moment, short and simple.

The bejewelled mask disappeared partially, showing a slender nose, dark beautiful skin, dimples and soft full lips, the markings of high cheekbones and a sharp jaw were present as were the dark brown irises that seemed to glint a mixture of gold and purple, gleaming in happiness.

It was a woman, the famed Black Panther was a woman.

He could also see her long braids of black mixed with cinnamon brown, piled into a beautiful bun on the top of her head.

Her suit fit well to her lithe and slender figure, almost a second skin, black was the overall color, the designs were beautiful, in deep amethyst with tints of gold and obsidian, her panther claws flexed as she let her gaze meet his.

"Grandmama, Auntie said the next time she makes the Dora new Kimoyo beads, she'll make some for everyone," The little boy, grinned brightly, his little teeth gleamed in happiness.

Queen Ramonda seemed to tense for a moment but then forced herself to relax.

A woman with red and black braids, kneeled to her Queen and murmured something to her, which the Queen of Wakanda, nodded and stood.

"This is my daughter in law, Nakia of the River Tribe, my grandson, Toussaint, our Black Panther is my daughter, Shuri, Crown Princess of Wakanda, I apologize for not settling my family," Queen Ramonda announced.

Namora was taken aback, the Black Panther being the Crown Princess and also the very same person who designed and improved all of the technology in Wakanda, was fascinating to think about, it made her wonder if she was also a warrior.

Attuma had his own eyes on the General of the Dora Milaje, who was scowling at him, it only made him happy to see she was paying him attention, even if it was anger at his excitement to see her.

The Black Panther waved a claw hand in a playful manner and cuddled her nephew close.

It was clear to see her family was her number one priority.