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authors pov

03:00 PM. WAKANDA, AFRICA

"prince t'challa," a maid says, knocking on the door of the eighteen year old prince's room. 

"come in," t'challa says, getting off his bed. the maid opens the door, making an x over their chest. t'challa does the same with a smile. "is there something wrong?"

"the king and queen request your presence," the maid says. "at once,"

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"t'challa," t'chaka says, calling his son over as t'challa walks into the throne room. ramonda stands next to her husband, the king, who sits on the throne. t'challa makes a cross over his chest, bowing to his mother and father. "i would like you to meet the l/n family from the river tribe,"

a women, a man and a girl. the mother and daughter both with red hair. the mother's hair in an afro and the daughter's in natural long locs.

they bow to him, t'challa putting his hands up. 

"there is no need for that," he says. "i am prince t'challa. it is nice to meet friends of my parents," 

"the honor is ours, my prince," m/n says to him. "i am m/n, this is d/n," m/n motions to her husband and then to her daughter. "this is y/n l/n, my daughter,"

t'challa looks at the red haired girl, words unable to leave his mouth. y/n looks at him curiously. the prince can't speak to her? did she do something?

"hi..." the prince manages to spit out, making y/n bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"hello, your majesty," she says. "it's a pleasure,"

"the pleasure is mine," he kisses y/n's hand, making the girls cheeks go warm. and this is the start of their relationship. m/n and ramonda started shipping them both at this moment. 

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but all good things come to an end. y/n broke it off after around seven years of being together as her work started to interfere with her relationship. she had to start going aboard as she is a war dog. 

it broke them both, splitting. t'challa never liked someone again. y/n is the only girl from him. and he will always fight for her. no matter what she says.