As we walk into the throne room, we find multiple elders there. I bow and greet all of them.
"Nice to meet you all." I say, smiling. They smile back at me, and start speaking in Wakandan, thinking I probably didn't understand.
"She's a very beautiful woman." One of the elders says to T'Challa, who looks at me and nods, I furrow my eyebrows, feigning confusion.
"I can see why you like her so much." The Queen, Ramonda says, smiling at me. I grin back, still acting confused.
"Shhh mother, she knows a bit of Wakandan.." t'challa says with his eyes wide. I laugh.
"The King is right, and I am happy to be here." I say in Wakandan, and the elders cheer and laugh happily.
Not to brag, but I've always been a first impression queen.
"The meeting is about to start," Shuri says to me, looking at her brother and grinning, "And it seems like you have a special seat." I shyly walk towards the King's throne, ready to sit on the side of the throne when he pulls me into his lap.
Well.
The elders nod in approval, smiling. I look at T'challa, and he mouths 'my mother forced me'. I laugh, and face sideways, with my head near his shoulder and my legs dangling off the other side of the throne.
"The foreigner is coming in." The guards announce, and I sit up.
Erik is SO not going to be happy when he sees me.
A guy wrapped in a blanket, W'kabi, walks in first, moving to the side to show Erik with his hands behind his back. He looks around the throne room, looking for someone, and his eyes turn black when he sees me on T'Challa's lap. My veins turn a lighter shade of blue.
"SPEAK." Queen Mother says, which W'kabi then translates for Erik, who smirks.
"I'm standing in your house, serving justice for a man that stole your vibranium and killed your people. Justice YOUR King couldn't deliver." He growls out, and I would be lying if his angry side wasn't hot as hell to me.
T'challa seems to be upset, he gently placed me in the King's seat and walks up to Erik, who is slightly taller than him.
"I don't care that you brought Klaue. Only reason I don't KILL you where you stand is because I know who you are." T'challa says in a calm tone, and Erik stares at me, raising an eyebrow. I flutter my lashes at him and smirk.
"So why are you here. What do you want?" T'Challa asks, slightly moving back.
"I want the throne." As all the elders and Shuri laugh their heads off, I gasp. If I knew Erik was gonna play shit like this, I woulda stayed in Oakland and acted like the marking on my lip is an alien scar for the rest of my boring life.
"Y'all sitting up here comfortable, must feel good," Erik says, acting like he said the simplest thing in the world.
"It's about 2 billion people around the world that look like us, but their lives are a lot harder. Wakanda has the tools to liberate them all." Erik says, and I have to admit, the idiot has a point. Both of us are living proof of how hard it is to be who you are in a place where that isn't always acceptable.
"And what tools are those?" T'Challa asks. Erik scoffs.
"Vibranium, your weapons-" "Our weapons will not be used to go against the world. It is not our way to be judge, jury and executioner for people that are not our own." T'Challa says, and I notice the frown on Nakia's face.
