𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐄 | 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑

- CHAPTER THREE

WITH THE BREEZE: NAMOR

A soft breeze pressed against Mawu's cheeks as she turned a thick page of the romance novel she was drawn to. The morning sun shined above her head, and a serenity pushed any lingering stress from her. After days of waiting for Namor's answer, Mawu did what she did best and sat in the courtyard made for the royal family. No one bothers her here, she thought with a smile. No one would ruin this moment; Until a rather annoying voice tickled Mawu's ears;

Looking up from her book, Mawu saw her little cousin start towards her. The daughter of Shetani, Abeni, struts into the opening, bright blue eyes study Mawu as if she were a plaything. In her hand, curled a baby Central African rock python. The baby was a gift to Abeni and she took it in as if it were a house cat.

The young girl was beautiful, with waist-length locks, plump lips, and a heart-shaped face. She, like many of the woman in Mawu's family, held white hair and blue eyes. No one could deny the only daughter of Shetani is beautiful. Her beauty, however, did not match her nasty attitude and lack of care for others.

"There you are," Abeni shrilled, plucking the book out of Mawu's hand once reaching the bench where Mawu rested. With a disgusted look, Abeni waved the book to flap the pages while holding the back cover, losing the place Mawu had been looking forward to. "You always have your head in the clouds with this nonsense."

"Don't you have somewhere to be, Abeni?" Mawu growled, reaching for her book, but Abeni drops it. "Like torturing children?"

As Mawu reached down to get her book, Abeni kicked it behind her with the heel of her shoe.

"I'm right where I need to be, Binamu."

Mawu had thought she could escape the stupidity of the others, but of course, Abeni made it her mission to taunt Mawu. Since Shetani announced that Mawu would marry Namor and not Abeni, the woman's jealousy had grown even larger. She already loathed the Munroe twins. They got everything they wanted. The world loved them. Men loved them. Abeni couldn't understand why her father would choose Mawu. A woman that had been bad mouthed by the media for marrying a man like Tony Stark. A woman who ran away several times without care for her duties. A women who was second best.

Namor needed someone like Abeni. Ruthless and strong-minded. Mawu was weak and too naive to rule a nation. That is why Ororo was chosen by T'Challa to marry after all, at least Abeni believed this to be factual.

"What do you want," Mawu sat upright, placing her hands on her bare thighs. Although Mawu could resist cold temperatures, the damage to her left arm from the Winter Soldier many years ago made it difficult for Mawu to control the heat transfer fully. Forcing Mawu to wear summer clothes during heat waves, and she constantly sweats just like everyone else.

The left side of her body could control fire and lava. At the same time, the right side of her body could hold ice and water. Unfortunately, while HYDRA hunted the Munroe sisters to use their DNA to create a new Super Soldier serum, Mawu had nearly been killed. Not only had the damage block the control of her gifts, her left hand struggled to grip objects. It took a lot of effort to do so.

And once Mawu told Tony that she did not quite know how to control her abilities years later, He created the Iron Arm to balance the issue.

She did her best to hide this fact from the world, but the scars scattered across her shoulder and biceps made it quite difficult.

"Namor has arrived with his answer," Abeni tells Mawu with a smug look on her face. Her fingers grazed the python as the creature lazily placed its head on the side of her hand.