"Bashenga left a legacy that the people of Wakanda will never forget," "I'm pretty sure he did," Imani stood beside T'Challa. "He's the first Black Panther who set up the foundation of Wakanda." "That's correct," he took a deep breath. "I wonder what he would say with everything happening as of late?" "I don't have the answer to that, although I wish I did," she huffed, looking out to the city line of the great, isolated nation. "Whatever you decide to do T'Challa, it will be what's best." "How do you know that?" "You're one of the smartest people in the world for a reason, and not just because you have a Ph.D and created a whole new field of Physics," she chuckled, as he did too. "Besides, you're the King. The King of a beautiful nation." "It must be since you say that so often," the King chuckled. "I'm glad you're enjoying your stay here." "Beyond enjoying it," she turned towards him. It was a bit of challenge for her to communicate fluently with the King since he looked handsome in whatever he decided to wear. Even in his grey, Oxford sweatshirt and matching jogging pants, he looked more handsome than some guys from the States who spend hundreds of dollars on apparel. "I can't help but to say I'm enjoying your company as well Ms. Adu," he stepped closer to her. "More than I should actually." "What do you mean by that?" The vibration of Imani's cell interrupted the increasingly intimate moment between the two. However, she ignored it, as this moment with the King was something she wanted to take in, fully. "Don't you think you need to answer that?" he asked. She shook her head. "No. It's not as important as what's happening right now," "It better not be, my love," he finally pressed his smooth, dark lips against Imani's, and for awhile, everything was complete and utter bliss. With everything taking place currently in the isolated kingdom, bliss was something that they didn't think a whole lot of in Wakanda - the Eldorado of the World.
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