Loving My King

Chapter Four

It was awful. I was so heartbroken. I woke up one morning fine and ready to start my day, only to find out that Baba had been killed and that T'Challa had taken up the Black Panther's mantle to avenge Baba and kill his killer. Of course I arranged for a flight to America as soon as I could. I was taken to my husband. And before I walked in the door I see him sitting with a pale red headed woman who is talking to my husband about politics like he is a child. I squint my eyes, not liking her tone. A man walks in front of me, excusing himself and tells the redhead that my husband has been extradited. She looks shocked while T'Challa says "I apologize Ms. Romanoff," ah. So that's her name. "Clearly," he continues "I still have much to learn." He turns around, locks eyes with me and ignores anything else Romanoff has to say. He walks towards me and I immediately pull him into a hug. He kisses my head and keeps his lips on my hairline. "What are you doing here my love?" "Of course I had to come. I heard about..what happened to Baba. And I had to come check on my husband." I feel him smile and he says, "What have I done to deserve you?" I pull away from him to chew him out about using the Black Panther to avenge Baba. I wanted to tell him that there was a better way. But Romanoff inserts herself into my husband and I's private moment. I can tell I won't like her very much. She looks at me as if I'm an outsider. And speaks with a gentle yet condescending tone. Like I'm inferior. Just like she did with T'Challa. "Hello. My name is Natasha Romanoff. I'm not familiar with Wakandan customs, but in the US, when a situation like this one arises, we usually keep those in question in our custody so we can ascertain their motives and get a handle on the situation." I squint my eyes at her and I go to talk, but T'Challa stops me. "That will be enough. You will not talk to my wife as if she is a child with no understanding of the world. You are unable to keep me here. So I see no reason for me or my wife to still dwell here. Good day." T'Challa takes my hand and we walk to the exit accompanied by Okoye. But for some reason, once we make it to the parking garage to enter our car and depart, we see Romanoff standing by our door. Annoyed and slightly mystified that she got down here before us, and how she even knew which car was ours, I growl and walk faster so I can speak to her. But Okoye beats me to it. She looks at Romanoff with a look of annoyance and distaste. "Move," she says "or you will be moved." Romanoff cocks her head and raises her eyebrow. Who does this woman think she is? T'Challa steps foward. "As entertaining as that would be, it is not needed." Okoye backs off but I stand firm. She says "I really don't think it wise for you to continue on this path T'Challa." I squint at her casual use of my husbands name. Has she no respect? I step foward then. "And who are you to tell my husband what is and what is not wise?" All three turn to look at me but I keep my eyes on Romanoff. "Do you make it a habit to stick your nose in other people's affairs? People you know nothing about?" She looks shocked and opens her mouth to respond. I hold my hand up to stop her. "That was a rhetorical question." I turn my back to her and face T'Challa and Okoye. "Now if you two are ready?" I turn back and look Romanoff in the eye, daring her to try and stop me, as I open the car door and get in the limousine. From what I understand Romanoff is an assassin. She may be skilled, but unlike the Dora Miljae, she is no warrior. I would love to see her and Okoye battle each other. She may not make it out alive. That thought makes me give a malicious smile. I will use her as motivation to train harder. Because something tells me, sometime in the  not so distant future, Romanoff and I will have a disagreement that would not be able to be settled by just words. And I'll be damned if that day comes and I am not prepared. T'Challa enters after me and Okoye sits in the front. As the car doors are closed I stare straight ahead and do not speak to anyone. T'Challa of course notices my odd behavior and places his hand on my knee. "My love. What is it that troubles you?" I take a deep breath and turn my head to look at him. "Not here," I say. "We will talk once we are in a secure place." He nods. And takes his hand from my knee and slides it up until it rests between my thighs. He pulls me closer to him and keeps his hand in my lap. I may be mad at him, but I will not give him the cold shoulder. Once we get to a hotel we will talk out our problems and find solutions. But until then, I close my eyes and rest my head on the seat. It will be a long ride. I open my eyes again. "Oh before I forget, Okoye. I would like to resume my training as soon as possible." T'Challa furrows his brows. "Yes my Queen." That name gives me a shock and I go to correct her, but I stop myself. Baba has passed. T'Challa is now the king..and that makes me queen of Wakanda.

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