"What do you want, N'Jadaka-" "Erik." He corrected, making her smirk. "For someone who is so against the colonizers, you wear your colonized name with such pride-" "That colonized name holds more pride and honor than my birth name."

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat

He watched as she circled around the room, looking at the light orange walls with much distaste. He couldn't find himself surprised in the slightest. Only being acquainted with her for a few days, he could already tell that if something was not in her favor then it was inferior to all that existed. "I hope you know I'm not going to marry you." She said matter-of-factly. "I think that's for our parents to decide." He managed to keep his voice calm, despite wanting to slide across the room and slap her pretty face. She sat down opposite to him, looking well put out. "Well I don't want to marry you." "Oh believe me sweetheart," T'Challa drawled, "The feeling is mutual." ---- Or Prince T'Challa is arranged to be married. **Mature themes throughout the book**

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