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t'challa opened his eyes slowly, wincing when the sunlight hit them immediately. letting out a soft, nearly inaudible groan, he sat up. rubbing the tiredness out his eyes, he glanced at the clock beside his bed. it was a little after seven in the morning.
throwing the covers off his hips, t'challa started to rise from the bed.
a hand wrapped around his wrist and he stopped to glance over his shoulder. there, you laid with a smirk on your lips ❝and where do you think you're going, my king?❞
he smiled himself, sitting back down. he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. ❝nowhere, now, my queen.❞
