T'Challa's P.O.V We danced and partied the entire night away. Even my father and mother, king and queen of Wakanda, had shown off a few moves. Seeing Y/N and Nakia return home had everyone in high spirits. And the smile on Y/N's face...gosh, I thought it would never go away. She laughed and danced until her feet grew sore. Overall, each and everyone of us had an amazing time.
When the event had wrapped up, Y/N and I decided to take a walk through the rainforest and have some alone time. She held my hand tight as we ducked and tiptoed over vines and tree branches.
"So, did you like the party I planned for you?"
"Yes, I loved every moment of it. I have to say that I'm decently surprised that you pulled that off on such a short notice." she smiled.
"Well, you know I would do anything for you, my love." I pulled her hand to my lips and kissed it tenderly. She cooed a soft "Awe" from her lips before moving her attention to something new in the distance.
"T'Challa, what is that building over there? No one lives in this part of the jungle." she asked curiously.
I looked over and realized just what it was.
Finally...
"Let's go find out." I roused.
"No, no, no. T'Challa we can't make silly decisions like white people in those horror films we watch! Are you trying to get us killed by some maniac with a chainsaw?!"
"Calm down, Y/N" I laughed, "I promise you it's safe. I wouldn't let anything hurt you. Especially when I'm with you." I soothed her nerves. Her tensed expression softened and she agreed to follow me with a simple nod.
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Y/N P.O.V
We walked up to the small home. Considering it was all glass, we could see that no one was inside.
"Looks like no one is home," T'Challa said before opening the door and entering.
"T'Challa!" I whisper yelled before following behind him, "You may be the prince, but you can't just walk-" I shut my mouth as once I spotted various photos of T'Challa and his family along the walls and on top of the fireplace.
"T'Challa what is this?" I asked, slightly upset with him for making me think we were approaching some stranger's home.
"This place belonged to my great-great-great-grandfather. It didn't look like this back then, but this house was passed down to his son, then his son and so on and so forth. Now it belongs to my father." he roused, "One day, I will be able to call it my own."
"It's very pretty." I remarked gazing at the architectural work.
"It is. However, there is a tradition that goes along with it. It's a very significant and important tradition in my family and I am responsible for keeping that tradition alive." he continued.
