Chosen (Black Panther fan fiction)

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His POV

The overwhelming feeling of dread is overshadowing my victory. I have this strong desire to create something, someone. I know this is not truly my home and I don’t know who I can trust. I don’t know how long I will be able to rule here before T’Challa’s supporters take me out. I must leave a piece of me behind. I must hide a part of me in Wakandan soil. It must be groomed. I must do this swiftly. The liberation of my people can not end with me. It must continue through my line. My child will know who I am. It took a long time for me to get here and it’s imperative that I cover all bases. No matter what happens tomorrow after I give my orders, I will leave my seed planted here in this foreign land my father called home.

The women before me represent the possibility of a future. They are all lovely in different ways. I don’t necessarily have a particular type. However, I do recognize aura and energy. And, the confidence oozing from the thick one with her midriff showing reminds me of home. I want to grab her just to see how soft she is under my rough edges. I can’t stop looking at her as I try to will her to look me in the eyes. I understand not looking me in the eye is probably her attempt to show respect, but I bet she is not this bashful in private. Her dark brown skin glows even under the moonlight seeping through the council room. I can tell she takes care of her appearance. Her ample curves arouse me. Her head wrap hides her hair, but those lips… Enough of this, I know what I want.

I signal for W’Kabi to come over. I’ve had enough of the pathetic sobs of loyalty for a man they once called King. I am their King now. W’Kabi and his men escort the grieving women from my presence leaving me alone with her. I wonder if I intimidate her or arouse her as I look her up and down. I walk over to her. She is silent. She doesn’t ask what her business is with me in this castle nor does she give me the cold shoulder. I just want to see her eyes. I want her to know my plans and my desires so she can teach my offspring. I want her to know my name.

Her POV

The King scans every Wakandan woman brought before him meticulously. He worked from the throne in intense silence which only made all of us extremely nervous. The intensity in his eyes caused a stir of conflict within me. I was afraid yet curious. I want to know him intimately even though I know he was the cause of T’Challa’s death by ritual combat. Who is he? I try to keep my head down only stealing glances whenever he looks away. Guilt fills my mind forcing me to stop staring. He seems to take extra time studying my appearance. He eventually moves on to inspect the other distraught ladies brought before him. A slight smirk came over his face as if he knew a secret. He signals for W’Kabi. As we stand in wait, the King speaks to W’Kabi in whispers.

Sobs and whimpers continue to fill the air with the knowledge of T’Challa’s untimely death freshly etched in our minds. The tribal markings on his ample chest and hard abs are displayed like a badge of honor. His hair is oiled and braided. He is truly beautiful. His tough exterior seems to be solid through and through. Is he truly Wakandan? I wonder. W’Kabi and his men escort the other ladies out of the council chambers. I’m usually not picked for King service but I guess this King desires something a bit plumper. He slowly walks over to me. My heart is racing. I can feel his energy. As he stays in front of me, I keep my head down. Maybe he will dismiss me too if he sees I’m unresponsive. But, instead he tenderly grazes my cheek and then lifts my head forcing me to face him. He finally breaks the silence.

“Look at me”, he commands. Finally, our eyes meet. The fire in his eyes entices me. “Do you know who I am?”

“You are the new King.” He smiles. I had to smile in kind because it was contagious.

“I am King N’Jadaka, Son of Prince N’Jobu.” He pauses allowing this new knowledge to wash over me. “Say my name.” I wonder if this is a serious request until I see him raise an eyebrow waiting to hear it roll off my tongue.

“King N’Jadaka, how can I be of service to you?”

“You will find out soon enough.”

Chosen (Part 2)

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