T'challa X Reader
Reader p.o.v.
Today is the day. T'challa's coronation. He got me a beautiful dress, but I cannot decide if I will go. The people of Wakanda hate me. To them, I am an outsider. I'm the one with accent.
"Umfazi, you seem... Upset?" T'challa whispers to me, rubbing my arms up and down.
"No, just... Disturbed."
"That is not the same thing?"
"No."
"Alright. Well then, what is disturbing you?"
"T'challa, I love you, but..."
"You know the people do not like you, is that it?"
I nod, not looking him in the face. I'm a lowly girl from a small town in Oregon, USA. And I married a king. I should be grateful, not upset they don't like me.
"I'm sorry, T. I am, really. I just... I should be grateful I'm here. Not sulking."
"Y/N. Do not be ashamed. You feel transplanted. And unaccepted. Of course you would be upset."
I nod. He let's go of my arms and pulls me against his chest. "If it makes you feel better, we can go home for a bit after the coronation?"
"And make you look like you are deserting the country for me after only a few days? I should think not. But thank you though."
"Anything for you pelonomi." He whispers.
I went to the coronation. And the people gave me the hate I expected. But T'challa protected me. And that's all I need.
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