Request: 1, 14, & 44 with T'Challa

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"If I were King, I'd make sure my Queen knew I loved her."

It was another night at the United Nations with T'Challa and Okoye. Your husband was doing something else with Wakanda on the international scale. But you two hadn't been able to be husband and wife for weeks. You'd barely spoken at all, and now the harsh words were surfacing as you continued to drown your loneliness in alcohol.

"You don't mean that," Okoye says, sitting on the bar stool beside me. T'Challa was off somewhere, but Okoye stayed with you to keep you safe. "The King loves you. But he also loves his kingdom. You can't ask him to choose between the two."

"If he really loved me, there wouldn't be a choice."

Okoye sighs, "I never should have let you drink so much."

"Yeah, you're supposed to talk me out of this. Doesn't matter. If T'Challa were here," you say, slightly slurring, "I'd tell him how I really feel."

"Are you drunk?"

T'Challa's voice makes you turn around in surprise. Your husband stands in his ceremonial-wear, clearly exhausted from the day and worried about you. "It's my fault, my King," Okoye defends you.

T'Challa smiles softly at her. "My Queen is stubborn. She will do as she pleases." He offers you his arm to lean on. "Come on. Let's go back to our room."

Forgetting all about your anger towards T'Challa, you drunkenly lean against him as he helps you to your room. You both change out of your ceremonial clothing. You fall onto the bed, curling up in a  ball.

"I know I haven't been around much lately," T'Challa whispers, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and reaching for your hand. "But I promise I will make it up to you."

"Promise?" you mutter, almost asleep.

T'Challa chuckles, "I promise."