Imagine sitting on T'Challa's lap when he sits on the throne
"Why does the king get the throne?" You crossed your arms over your chest, frowning. "Where is the queen supposed to sit?"
T'Challa looked up at you from his position on the throne. "You, my dear, get the best seat in the house." He smirked as he patted his lap.
Your lips curled upwards into a grin as you sat on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, and you caressed his cheek before kissing him. You pulled away, smiling down at him. "I guess I could get used to this."
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