Loving My King

Chapter Nine

A man I've not seen before stands in front of us with a swag in his stance. "Who are you?!" We all demand at once. "How did you get in here?" I ask. Okoye immediately rushes him and he allows her. I call the guards using my kimoyo beads. I look again and see that the stranger did not put up any kind of fight. Okoye has him knelt on the ground with his hands crossed behind his back. She stands slightly behind her ever vigilant, with her spear pointed directly at his head. As he's taken to the throne room he says nothing. Looking ahead but seeing nothing. Not in the least bit worried about the consequences of his actions. Once we finally reach the throne room, we are met with Queen Mother, and the rest of the counsel. T'Challa takes his seat at the throne. "What do you have to say for your actions? Finally, the stranger answers. "I am N'Jadaka, son of N'Jobu! I found my daddy dead with panther claws in his chest!" He turns to T'Challa. "You ain't the son of a king you the son of a MURDERER!"  All hell breaks loose IMMEDIATELY. "Lies! Nothing but lies!" Queen Mother exclaims. He brandishes a ring from underneath his shirt and pulls down his bottom lip. We are all stunned into silence. Something clicks in my mind that I don't think anyone else has noticed yet. "You're American." He turns to me and smirks. "That's right baby." I glare at him. "You must be the one that tried to kill me. Why?" He shrugs. "I had to get y'alls attention somehow. Seems to have done the trick." "What do you want?" T'Challa finally speaks up. "You did not resist Okoye. You said you wanted our attention. For what?" "For the throne."

 I raise my eyebrow. "The time to challenge T'Challa for the throne has passed. You are too late." "I don't care. As the son of N'Jobu it is my birthright!" (I felt strong Loki vibes typing that out) He turns to T'Challa with a murderous look in his eyes. Before I could get another word out, T'Challa says, "Fine." We all whip our heads toward him. "I accept your challenge. Okoye will escort you to your room. You will be monitored 24/7. Because of your attempt on my wife's life-" N'Jadaka looks at me with a look in his eyes that I can't quite decipher- "you will be confined to your room." He rolls his eyes. "Aight fine." He turns around and brushes my shoulder. I also roll my eyes. He is escorted by two of the Dora Milaje out of the room. I look at Queen Mother-who has been extremely quiet ever since she was shown what I assume was N'Jobu's ring- I give her a nod. I can only imagine what is going through her head. I barely give T'Challa a second glance as I too leave the room. I go back to our bedroom but only for a second, to be with myself and my thoughts. I sit on the bed and look out of the window. Watching the city and a peaceful calm washes over me. But not for long. Although I'm relieved that I no longer need to worry about someone trying to take my life, I start to wonder about N'Jadaka's intentions. So I get up and walk out of my room seeking the Dora. 

I find one and ask her where they took N'Jadaka. She looks hesitant to answer me but she does anyway. She offers to escort but I decline. I don't need a babysitter. I finally get to his room and nod in greeting to the guards. I knock twice before I enter. I look around but can't seem to find him. I open my mouth to summon the Dora once he comes out of the bathroom. Wearing a pair of basketball shorts and no shirt. He smirks once he sees me. "You look very comfy." I say. He huffs a little and sits down on the bed. "Why are you here. What do you intend to do if you win." He looks at me for a minute before he answers me. His voice is different. He's lost the attitude and bite that he previously had. "My people," he says- "our people." He corrects himself. "Our people are suffering all around the world. While you all sit here and allow it." I look down ashamed. Because I completely agree with him. I am aware of how our people are treated outside of this country. "I know." He looks at me with wide eyes and a surprised look. "What..what did you say?" "I said I agree with you. I hate that T'Challa does nothing to help anyone outside of this country. But it's the 'old ways' and 'what's best for our country'." I shake my head in disappointment then look up at him. "But this isn't the way N'Jadaka." "Erik." He corrects me.  I smile slightly.

"Erik. I can't change your mind. But if you really want to change things this is not the right way to go about it." "Well what would you do then?" I sit next to him on the bed." "Well you ARE the cousin of the King. Even if you aren't an immediate member of the royal family that still comes with certain privileges. Instead why don't you ask for an audience with T'Challa. And talk to him about your ideas for our people. And lose the damn hostility!" I exclaim, still upset with him for trying to kill me. It's like he hears my thoughts and gives a little chuckle. "I'm sorry babygirl. I wouldn't have gone through with it. It really was just to get y'alls attention." I purse my lips and say nothing. "You also have to stop with the nicknames Erik. T'Challa and I are married. You won't get what you want by flirting with his wife." He rolls his eyes. A seemingly natural occurrence. "Anyway. If your meeting with him doesn't go as planned I'll talk him round." His eyebrows shoot up into his hairline. "You will? Why." "I told you. I agree with you. I hate that we stand by and let everyone think we're some poor third world country. While our people are slaughtered and everyone just stands by." I stand up and walk toward the door. I put my hand on the door knob and hesitate. "Just please don't betray me. Please let what you've told me be the truth. I have absolutely no reason to trust you. But for some inexplicable reason I do. Don't let me down." I turn around and leave him to his thoughts, and go to find my husband.

It's been so long since I've updated. But you guys still write and message me asking me to update. I appreciate it so much. Now I'm asking you guys which way do you want this story to go? Cause I like T'Challa but Erik is Daddy with a capital D. Let me know!