Nashuri Collection (Namor x Shuri)

The Eyes are the Windows of the Soul (End)

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"Ask yourself what would T'challa do. Would he want you to act this way toward me?" Namor asked.

Even as he said it, he knew he was wrong.

Her anger thundered across her face.

"They will be unable to retract my claws from how far I'll put them down your throat. If you thought we were at war before, speak my brother's name in vain or try to lecture me again." Shuri told him coldly.

She circled him as if he were prey and she was a ruthless goddess of death. His mouth watered and he was for a moment internally appalled at his lust. Then, he was thoughtful. When had this desire for her blossomed so strongly?

"I apologize, Itzia. I had no right—"

"You didn't," Shuri said.

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The Eyes are the Windows to the Soul (8.)

Shuri stood before the council dressed radiantly. She had black box braids that reached her bottom, golden panther studs in her ears, and her arms were covered with the long flowing sleeves of her purple silk sweater. Nothing so casual would have ever been worn by her mother or even her brother. But Shuri felt perfectly comfortable in her sweater, black harem pants, and futuristic sandals.

She didn't have to be anyone else. Only herself.

M'Baku shook his head with an amused smile from his seat on the throne. This girl would surely send him bald before forty.

The Wakandan council was equally confused and frustrated from their seats on the raised stage. A hush fell across the crowd before more disgruntled muttering.

Ayo stomped her spear for order. But she also rubbed the space between her eyes in a gesture that seemed to say she expected this, Shuri's inevitable delay.

"Princess, surely you like to play the waiting game. An interim king rules in your place as it is now. Yet you ask us to postpone your marriage negotiations?" Voting member Ogezi cried.

"Sounds about right," Shuri smiled, folding her hands behind her demurely. "Thankfully, M'Baku has enough marriage to go around. Since this oaf is one of the few Wakandans to have multiple wives."

"Will Wakanda always come second to your whims?" Elder Marwa cried, shaking his fist. "You need to find a husband for the stability of this country! Eventually, the ruler must return to a descendant of the Golden tribe. As no children fit that description, you'll need to birth a child to rule on this throne."

Marwa's thinly veiled command drew some minor applause. The more traditional members agreed wholeheartedly.

Shuri held her tongue on two matters: Some things the council wasn't ready to know yet, and secondly, they didn't control her body or her love life. But everything didn't have to be said. They would just be forced to see it happen.

She walked to the center of the room. Her sandals glided smoothly across the palace floor.

"I still want to be married, but it'll be on my timing."

The Merchant tribe elder's face was especially sour. They were very aware that Shuri had formally turned down their son David.

'I can accept no marriage from you, Princess Shuri, but I cannot release you from being my dream girl. May the next man pay hourly offerings to Bast for having your favor. And if I ever fall in love again, I promise the lady will be like you.'