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"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar" Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

"I wanna be the ocean that pulls you under Wanna be the lightning in your thunder Wanna be the force that brings you love Somewhere from the sky above

I can give you glory Give you all the strength in me Strong enough to hold us down So, baby, put your faith in me…"

Yuna—"Glory"

Yani's glam team sprayed a setting mist across her face to give her make-up an extra sheen for her interview with Robin Roberts. Millions were predicted to tune in for the live broadcast of the future Queen of Wakanda.

"You have siren eyes."

She glanced at her personal make-up artist Ndidi who stood back staring at Yani's face in the green-room mirror.

"What now?" Yani said giving the woman her full attention.

"Your eyes Princess Yani…they are like the sirens in the sea that lure people in," Ndidi replied.

"Some would say that's a bad thing if you know the Greek and Roman myths."

"We are Wakandan, we have our own myths. Mama Wati uses sirens from our land to lure us to a righteous path. Today you represent Mama Wati and will show the world how powerful we are."

Yani inhaled the fresh spritz of perfume layered over her body. The scent mingled in with the light oil on her skin. It smelled like home. Wakanda.

"Beautiful," Ramonda said.

The Wakandan Ambassador peered at Yani from behind an empty chair. Wunsaa, the royal stylist twisted a shapeable, textured headwrap to crown the complete look of Birnin Zana couture. Ramonda tapped her kimoyo beads and a bullet point sheet floated in front of Yani's face.

"Ms. Roberts is aware of the parameters we've set forth for this interview. N'Jadaka has read them and approves," Ramonda said.

Yani enlarged some script to read better and flicked the image back over to Ramonda. In her mind, she went over her media training and cleared her head of negative intrusive thoughts. The media had already gone nuts over the revelation of N'Jadaka's American background. She knew that her own past had probably been picked over by Roberts and her team. Good Morning America was the premiere morning show that galvanized a large cross-section of American viewers. Yani would use her charms to appease the U.S. fear of her fiancé. She had to disguise his wrath and hatred for America by playing up the wonders of Wakanda. Her task was great, but if beauty had to be used as a balm to lull the ops, she would use every drop of it.

A studio manager approached her personal Dora and relayed a message that their segment was ready to start in five minutes. They needed Yani to join Roberts in the studio. The first half would be a one-on-one with Roberts, and then Ramonda would join her for the second half. N'Jadaka wanted Black Americans to see two powerful Black Wakandan women speaking together. He believed they would dominate online discourse and paint the image he wanted the world to have: his reliance on women to move progress forward. A powerful Black Queen and an equally formidable Black woman Ambassador was a visual one-two punch in the gut for the media to gobble up.

"This way, Princess Yani," the studio manager said.

Yani and her Dora followed close behind and her stylish royal purple dress covered the clacking of her high heels. From head to toe Yani was meticulously adorned and dressed to convey power and ultra femininity.

"Americans love to romanticize royalty…especially a princess becoming a queen. Lean into it Yani, give them the fantasy. Seduce them," N'Jadaka had told her.

He was with their children, spending time alone with them while she represented the nation on her own. Ramonda stayed by her side and knew her place was to steer conversations clear of political speculation pertaining to the king. Thus, Yani could focus on being a delightful guest selling her popular book.

"Princess Yani, Ambassador Udaku, thank you so much for being here," Roberts said.

"Thank you for having us today," Yani said.

Yani took her seat on a tall white chair near Roberts as bright studio lights were adjusted and the GMA crew prepped the selected audience members who were seated across from them posted up at small tables. A stage hand led Ramonda aside to await her time on air. The Onyx Squad security team kept watch over the audience and Yani's Dora guarded Ramonda.

Behind them on a wallscreen was a picture of Yani's book. She waited with calm poise as the stage director gave the signal that they were live. Ignoring the cameras, Yani stared at Roberts.

"It is such a wonderful honor to have Princess Yani of Wakanda here with us today," Roberts stated keeping her eyeline on the camera, "Her blockbuster book, 'The Wakandan Way of Birth' hit the shelves by storm and gave the world a glimpse into the extraordinary nation we're beginning to know more about. Welcome to Good Morning America, Princess Yani."

The audience clapped with enthusiastic energy and Yani nodded graciously toward the camera facing her.

"I'm glad to be here."

"Is this your first time in America?"

"No, I have been to Miami, Florida a few times."

"There's so much I want to ask, and I must say…first of all, 'The Wakandan Way of Birth" is such a phenomenal book. Whatever we imagined Wakanda to be was nowhere near what you have shown us with your words and the fantastic photography. What made you want to start the book with letters to your Aunt Leona in St. Thomas?"

Yani smiled and shifted forward in her seat at the sound of her aunt's name.

"My aunt is the most important person to me out of the elders I have left from my island life. I wanted readers to get a feel of what it was like for me to be in Wakanda…studying…learning the language and becoming a part of a powerful family…"

The first eight minutes were pleasant and Roberts shared images from the book and allowed Yani to gush about Wakanda with wide-eyed wonder. Roberts laughed and her entire face lit up from listening to Yani. During a commercial break, Yani's make-up was checked and her head wrap was tightened as Ramonda joined the conversation. Roberts reached out and shook Ramonda's hand. The stage director pointed at them and the interview continued.

Ramonda was an old pro and simply underlined all that Yani shared. She didn't step on Yani's toes by taking over or talking to much, only followed Yani's lead. A picture of Yani and N'Jadaka leaving the CBC dinner flashed behind them.

"That right there is a beautiful couple. How did you meet the king?" Roberts asked.

Yani grinned, prepared for the question.

"I was about to start nursing school in and I worked cleaning rental properties for tourists to pay for my education. King N'Jadaka was on vacation before heading to Wakanda and we met and fell in love there."

"You were like Cinderella?"

"Sort of," Yani said before giggling at the memory.

"Has it been a whirlwind for you? Being thrust into the limelight? It can't be easy becoming a queen and balancing a career."

Yani kept her eyes on Roberts and prepared herself for the weaseling in of political gotchas. She tread carefully by keeping her tone light and airy.

"I've found a balance. My philanthropic projects are very important to me so it doesn't feel like work or a burden on my time. King N'Jadaka supports me completely and Ambassador Udaku's experience and legacy of being a queen has provided the foundation I can build on."

Yani glanced at Ramonda and the queen mother appeared touched by her sincere words.

"There have been some pundits across the political spectrum that question the influence of Wakanda and the controversial remarks King N'Jadaka has made at the U.N. recently. Do you worry about being misunderstood…or being seen as a threat to democracy on the continent of Africa?"

Yani kept her composure. She didn't look at Ramonda, although she could sense the woman's steely dark brown eyes turned her way. Yani's gaze remained on Roberts.

"Although we are a monarchy, we follow democratic principles with our parliament and seek to bring peaceful resolutions to African nations that reach out to us. King N'Jadaka knows what it takes to support democracy. His exemplary military service in the U.S. Navy and being a highly decorated Navy SEAL proves his dedication to fulfilling America's promise of being a beacon of hope to other countries in need. After his service, he used his training to provide expertise to private security companies internationally, many of which supported the U.S. military in the most dangerous parts of the world."

"Mercenary work?" Roberts asked.

"His detractors like to call him that to disparage him, but his private security contract work is above reproach."

"Working for private armies makes many mainstream Americans uncomfortable, especially with the poor reputations of a few big name companies that have come under fire in the last two years."

"King N'Jadaka worked for reputable companies…not the ones that have been in the news. He grew up as a well-travelled individual and his mother's legacy only proves that he seeks justice and progressive change in war-torn areas of the world. We balance one another and our main focus is lowering Black maternal death, ending the rise of global femicide, and protecting the environment. Recently my foundation partnered with the Native American Student Alliance, a Pan-Indigenous University collective to help Indigenous Americans throughout the U.S. with funding to complete medical degrees so that they may return to tribal lands where we are building free clinics and birthing centers. We have been bridging the gap in rural areas where affordable natal care and hospitals are not present for Black and Native people. We've done the same in the Caribbean too. Next year we start building in parts of South America."

"You bring up his mother, Califia Stevens. She and the Sao Paulo Four were recently exonerated from claims that they plotted to kill police officers in Brazil over twenty years ago. The documentary about them won an Oscar last month. How do you think the positive reception to her legacy motivates King N'Jadaka?"

"He is proud of his mother's legacy. Califia was an educator, activist, and powerful orator. N'Jadaka is building his own legacy from the lessons she taught him before her untimely death at the hands of a corrupt and racist judicial system. N'Jadaka is a man of principle, peace, and prosperity for those who support him. He represents the best of Wakanda and America."

"I think you also represent the best of Wakanda, Princess Yani. Ambassador Udaku thank you so much for joining us and sharing your insight too. We here at GMA are so lucky to bring Princess Yani's story to the American public. For those out there watching, run, don't walk…pick up your copy of "The Wakandan Way of Birth". It is a timely keepsake and a window into the splendor of an amazing new world that we are finally being privy to. For more information about Princess Yani's non-profit and Global Midwifery Scholarships, you can check our website for links."

The small audience clapped and Yani stood up with Roberts.

"This was an incredible opportunity to speak with you in person," Roberts said.

Yani gave her a hug and they chatted for a few minutes before her security team led her away with Ramonda at her side.

"I don't think it was wise to speak on N'Jadaka's past work as we discussed at the earlier briefing," Ramonda whispered.

"I think I handled it fine. I'm sure her producers made her ask the question. I support my husband. They will never trip me up or catch me lying about his past. I gave them a patriotic freedom fighter. His mother is a legend and no one will come for him in the diaspora outside of Africa. Besides, N'Jadaka taught me how to play poker. His first lesson was to play a hand the opponent wants to see, so they think they're winning. Bringing up his loyalty to the American military will make the Defense Department leery about any more negative stories coming out about him because it will point the finger back at them. They taught him all their tricks and God forbid our king should write a book himself or start spilling C.I.A. secrets."

"Your confidence and daring is that of a true queen, Yani," Ramonda said before sharing a sly grin.

"I have the best teacher."

Yani squeezed Ramonda's elbow and walked faster to leave the studio behind. It was time to be with her children and N'Jadaka.

Yani greeted the Kingsguard that watched the entrance to the Upper East Side Manhattan mansion the Udaku family used for the short stay in New York. Entering a second floor family room, she heard the plucky sounds of a berimbau recording, and spotted N'Jadaka sitting against a winged-back chair with Sydette braiding his long locs. Joba and Riki jumped around each other practicing capoeira in the middle of an expensive rug.

"Duck your head Joba…good…Riki, ya gotta lift that leg higher…higher…yeah, there ya go," N'Jadaka said.

He clapped his hands to add more percussive beats to the lone berimbau and the two children leaped and swung their legs at each other, not afraid to make hard contact or fall down on their rumps. They both had become better fighters and N'Jadaka toyed with the idea of taking them down to Brazil for a baptisado. Yani watched Sydette try to twist the thick braids of her father's hair into a bun, but her small hands had trouble doing it.

"I got it Sweet Pea," Yani said,

She took over fastening the locs into a tight ball and tucked it at the nape. N'Jadaka's hair smelled like the sweet pink oils Umama made for him that gave his locks a glossy shine. She stroked the ginger of his birthmark in the twisted strands and glanced at Riki's soft matching cloud of color on his head.

Yani lowered her head and N'Jadaka kissed her lips.

"Where is everyone else?" Yani asked.

"Resting before you all leave."

"Ramonda went to see an acquaintance for brunch. She said her things are packed already. I still need to gather my stuff."

"You have time."

Sydette scampered off to read a book in another room. N'Jadaka tapped his kimoyo beads and the berimbau music stopped.

"Go play. I need to talk with Mama in private," he said.

Riki and Joba gave Yani kisses on her cheek before leaving them alone. N'Jadaka took a seat on the chair and Yani sat on his lap. They held onto each other enjoying the peace and quiet.

"How did I do?" she asked.

"Everything I expected. You blew up social media and Roberts was gracious enough to not push too hard. I think it's because you won her over so easily talking about the book. Your personality does it every time, baby. Just like I told you it would. You're a natural storyteller and showed those people how fly we are. It's a gift. People are in love with you."

"Are you ready to meet with President Ellis?"

"Yeah. I'll fly there early and leave as soon as possible."

He rubbed on her arm.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Theresa agreed to stay in Wakanda. It took some time to convince her husband of that fact. She wants to be with Joba and I think it will help her deal with the loss of Disa…raising her grandbaby in Africa."

Yani lowered her gaze.

"Ah, Yani…hey. You're a wonderful mother to Joba. I don't want you feeling like Theresa has issues with you raising Sunshine. She wants to help you and be close to all of us. Joba is the only gift of Disa's that she has left in this world."

Yani nodded.

"Joba has been so happy having her grandma again. Tell me honestly…is Theresa okay with us?" she asked.

"She is. That's why she wants to be with us…to feel connected."

"Good."

"Theresa loves me to death and she's grateful that Joba is healthy and happy with her father and Umi Yani. We are all family. I won't have to ship my baby girl off so much here anymore. That's a good thing."

Yani held onto N'Jadaka. After a time, they clasped hands and went downstairs to make themselves tea. They talked about home and the wedding, and she reveled in his joy. She couldn't tell who was more excited about getting married. He spoke of the Queen's Ball that everyone in Wakanda was looking forward to. There were receptions in various cities planned and the biggest one was going to be the Clan Gathering for the Panther tribe. Yani's name would be transcribed onto the Udaku family lineage documents sealing her reign for eternity.

Once her role shifted in Birnin Zana, Yani knew she would be up against formidable naysayers in the Court of Nobles. The power of the queendom would protect her somewhat, but Wakandan nobles were petty and vicious. The moment the crown was on her head, she planned to give them hell from Day One. Being nice and accommodating had gotten her nowhere. It was time to bring out her panther claws.

Overseeing the final packing of the children's clothing, Yani watched their travel staff move suitcases and gifts onto the half cruiser. Ramonda arrived back on time to join them in a heartfelt farewell to the king.

Theresa and her husband, along with Disa's siblings and their own families hugged N'Jadaka. They settled inside the spacious aircraft that floated above the mansion leaving Yani to say goodbye to N'Jadaka.

"We'll be together again soon. Then our time will begin," N'Jadaka whispered into her ear.

He squeezed his arms around her and Yani squeezed back. For a month they had planted seeds around the world that would grow gardens in their favor with the global public. The tide had already shifted after her final book tour interview.

"Go before I run off with y'all," N'Jadaka said.

Yani strode up the half cruiser ramp and took her seat among the family. For six hours they flew across the world picking up relatives in the islands and Brazil, before arriving at the palace under the cover of darkness. She carried a sleeping Joba in her arms. Dante carried Riki, and Sydette walked on her own looking drowsy from the flight.

She breathed a heavy sigh of relief being back inside the sanctuary of their palace abode.

Home.

She was finally home.

Ilana and Zola helped her undress and she crawled into N'Jadaka's bed for the night. The weighted blankets and incense odors reminded her of him and she snuggled into a blissful sleep. She awoke the next day to find a small giftbox on the nightstand with her tea. A note was attached to it.

"Yani, this is a sunrise pendant. I wanted you to have it on your first sunrise back home after a long trip. I'll be home soon and I can't wait to see you again. You are my sun, Love, Jaja."

She opened the sparkly yellow box and looked down at a small precious pure gold pendant shaped like a teardrop that represented the mythical form of Ilanga Intomba, the daughter of Bast who brought light to the world at her mother's request. Etched into the gold were slanted eyes and a whimsical pair of lips with a sly smile.

Yani palmed the gift and looked out toward the wall-sized window. Rain decorated the protected glass. Despite the gray clouds floating above, small slivers of sunlight peeked out. She chose to wear a billowy yellow dress and fastened the pendent under her neckline. Fluffing out the soft curls on her head, she joined the rest of the entire family for brunch in the guest dining hall. Her children played with cousins and helped Toussaint walk on wobbly legs making Nakia smile. Yani greeted Shuri, Umama, and Twyla happily before greeting the rest of the extended Udaku clan. N'Jadaka's Aunt Serah and Uncle Addae arrived from Europe on a separate flight. Several long tables were decorated and filled with heaps of good food and various libations. They all chattered loudly about Yani's appearance on American television.

Umama sat proudly next to her, patting Yani's hand and extolling to everyone the virtues she displayed while telling the world about her soon-to-be husband. Their meal ended with a pleasant walk with everyone in the royal garden to inspect the wedding gazebo view that would be set up for the outdoor reception. All of their numerous family wedding guests looked impressed with the gorgeous view of the river and the animal sanctuary across from it. Spending several hours with everyone drained her and she retired to her palace home to rest before dinner. Theresa and her husband kept her children giving Yani a chance to relax on her own.

Ilana and Zola helped her inspect the dinner attire choices from her home staff inside her spacious tea room. It was decided that she would continue her color theme of yellow and saffron with a two piece jacket and skirt ensemble. After her stylist team vacated the tea room with the racks of clothing and accessories they brought, Ilana and Zola could barely contain themselves.

Yani poured them pre-dinner wine and settled in for all the tea-spilling from the loose lips of her friends.

"Brace yourself," Zola said.

Ilana pressed her long polished nails against her throat and could barely contain the squirming in her seat as Zola squealed.

"Remy got engaged to Lady Ime of the Mining tribe. They announced it four days ago," Zola gushed.

"Lady Ime?" Yani said.

"Yes," Ilana yelped. "That harlot has been waiting ages to align with a powerful family. Word on the Court of Nobles is that Lady Omphile is devastated. Her and Lady Ime have feigned being close since primary school and now the truth has come out…Ime plotted to overshadow her all this time. Scandalous! You should be happy!"

"Why would I be happy about that?" Yani said.

"Eh-eh! Yani! This means that those two witches will leave you alone and tear each other apart. Everyone knows Ime's family wanted her to be King N'Jadaka's Wakandan consort to stir up trouble for you, while Omphile wanted Remy, but now, those two evil goats must fight among themselves," Zola said.

"Hmmm, two down, a dozen more to go," Yani sighed.

"Don't think that way, Yani. Your eloquence and beauty on the book tour made us all proud. I tell you now before Bast, the wind is blowing in a new direction. Those long tongues will tangle elsewhere on the court. All we have to think about is the wedding of the century! Yours!"

Ilana stamped her dainty feet on the floor thinking about the wedding and all the new gossip shared with Yani. She noticed Zola smirking as she held up her half empty glass of wine from the Udaku vineyard in Birnin Bashenga. Yani leaned back on her seat and eyeballed her friend suspiciously.

"What more is there?" Yani asked.

Zola glanced at Ilana and the two women started cackling. Ilana pulled out a small wrapped gift from her purse lying on the table in front of a half empty white wine bottle.

"We just thought maybe you'd like to give Remy and his new fiancé an engagement gift as a small token from the royals."

Yani put down her glass.

"You two want me to put Ime in her place to shame her. She wanted to be in my position, but failed," Yani said.

"Serves her right. Omphile too. She wanted Remy and the king too if she could have access. Now she gets to see how it feels to plot against someone and lose her own dream of happiness," Zola said.

"Ladies, we are bigger than that," Yani said.

"No we are not. If you don't go, I will go to his office myself and give it on your behalf," Ilana said.

"You wouldn't."

"I would!"

"Oh for Bast's sake! Indulge us with a final blow to your number one haters as princess. You won't be able to get away with overt pettiness as queen. They were cruel to you ever since you arrived, paid gossip vloggers to talk trash about you on our intranet, and never gave you peace," Zola added.

Yani was tempted.

"What did you pick out for them?" Yani asked.

She lifted the gift and shook it. Nothing rattled inside. There was a small silver clasp that held the powdery blue box closed.

"Earrings. For both of them. A betrothal march token to show favor. People would kill to receive something from you," Ilana said.

Yani unfastened the clasp and looked at the two sets of earrings set inside ebony velvet. The male set were small gold and silver hoops threaded with a lavender leafing shaped to look like a creeping vine that surrounded the palace. The female set were bigger hoops of the same design. Yani snapped the box closed and glared at her Ladies-in-Waiting.

"Serious?" Yani sputtered holding out the box to Ilana.

Both women refused to take the gift back well aware of the meaning that upset Yani.

"You two expect me to give this to them with a straight face?"

Zola shrugged and sipped her wine, crossing her leg in defiance. Ilana grinned, then lifted a meat pastry from their snack tray, pulling away the flaky crust absentmindedly.

"Send them a message," Zola said.

The vine motif on the earrings was a symbol of losing a cherished prize. In a well-cherished Wakandan fairy tale, a greedy peasant tried to shoot an arrow into a fairy's cloud using the vine attached to climb the lofty height into the heavens to steal their precious jewels. The fairy, very much aware of the treachery from down below, set the vine on fire and the greedy peasant fell back to earth where they were shamed by others. The vine warned modern children not to reach beyond their capacity for nefarious reasons and often represented the losing side. For Yani to hand it over to Ime as a gift meant that she was putting the noble in her rightful place beneath the queen. A literal jabbing in her side that screamed, "Bitch you thought." The symbolism was a deliberate counterattack. Open warfare in a tightly guarded class.

There was no need to start another uncivil war in the Court of Nobles. Yani stuck the box inside the pocket of her dress.

"I will trade this in for something more appropriate," Yani said.

"Parter pooper," Zola said.

Ilana laughed and glanced at her kimoyos. "Oh, my," she said.

She grabbed Yani's hand and pulled her toward the exit.

"My bridal gift for your office is arriving! I want you to see it now to make sure it fits," Ilana said.

Yani and Zola followed Ilana for a long walk to the West Palace. Staff and politicians acknowledged her presence with lowered heads and genuine smiles for her return to royal life. Moving up floors they entered Yani's brand new office suite where her loyal queen's staff welcomed her back and congratulated the successful book tour. Looking around Yani took delight in how the new workspace came together with the decorator she hired. Two burly men waited with a large white box in the anteroom.

"This way," Ilana told them, heading toward Yani's private area.

The new office was bright with corals and mother-of-pearl pink giving a light airy ambiance. Ilana pushed away an antique desk chair that Yani had brought down from the family library to use as her executive seat.

"Put it there," Ilana said.

The men placed the large box behind the elaborate U-shaped jade and glass office desk. Pulling it open revealed a custom executive chair fit for a queen.

"Ilana!"

Yani jumped onto the chair and marveled at the rich leather texture and the embellished armrests with symbols of the Wakandan queen carved into them.

"I love it," Yani squealed.

"I wanted to show it to you now so you wouldn't think I came to your wedding empty-handed. You will probably receive jewels and things for your home, but I wanted something special for your office."

Yani left her chair and hugged Ilana. Zola admired the chair and touched the buttery pale leather.

"It is so you, Yani," Zola said.

Yani gave them a tour of the finished office suite and they ventured out to say hello to others in the vicinity of N'Jadaka's floor. They quickly passed the closed doors of a political meeting for territorial leaders in rural areas, but her appearance created an excited stir outside the entrance so she spent a few minutes talking to personnel and representatives waiting to get inside. Time slipped past them and the heavy meeting door opened releasing the first wave of politicians inside. Yani inched her way through the throng of well-wishers with Ilana and Zola pushing back on others taking up her time even further.

"Princess Yani."

Yani stopped walking at the sound of her name called from a voice she recognized. She turned toward a corner where Remy walked with Elder Efetobo by his side. Yani held her arms out for Efetobo and the frail older woman gave her a warm hug.

"I am so pleased you have returned home," Efetobo said. "I will see you at the dinner tonight."

Efetobo left and Yani faced Remy.

"I am surprised you are even in the West Palace. You must be very busy preparing for your nuptials," Remy said.

Yani glanced over her shoulder. Zola and Ilana watched them with gloating eyes. She sucked her teeth and her Ladies stepped away from them and waited for her near a Dora.

Remy dressed handsomely, his work attire crisp and fashionable for his status. His tight eyes looked playful and there was a hint of longing in his voice. His tone reminded her of their times talking together late at night when he cared for her children. There was an intimacy there that she couldn't shake from him, no matter how much her feelings had changed. Lady Ime was lucky to have him. Outside of N'Jadaka and the missing T'Challa inside the royal family, Remy was the highest ranked male noble in the entire country outside of the Udaku line.

Ignoring the rush of people moving past them in the halls, Remy cornered Yani so that their conversation couldn't be heard.

"Taking care of Merchant Tribe business?" Yani asked.

"Yes. Elder Efetobo stays on top of our place here. She requires daily meetings and prompt reports from our representatives. Today she let me out early in preparation for your dinner banquet for the inner circle. I thank you profusely because I was behind on some things and now I can catch up. Unfortunately, that means I cannot attend the pre-wedding festivities tonight with your special guests."

Yani nodded and tried to ease herself away from him. She didn't trust Remy, not since he tried to fight N'Jadaka at Warrior Falls for the throne.

"Elder Efetobo is a very fair and precise person. You'll learn much from her…excuse me…"

"Yani…wait."

He reached out for her arm and stopped himself, remembering who she was to him. Holding his arms to his sides, Remy kept a pleasant look on his face.

"I wanted to tell you something important…away from your people, but this is probably the safest place with the king being absent."

"What is it Remy? I have to get prepared for tonight."

"I am engaged now—"

"I was told this today."

"Oh..."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, but that's not what's important."

Yani toyed with her kimoyo beads to give him a hint.

"This betrothal march for Lady Ime and I has been arranged by our families."

"Remy, none of this matters to me."

"It matters to me because I want you to understand the pressure this will put on you. Lady Ime has it out for you. I don't condone how she feels even though I know there's bitterness in the ranks about you. You don't deserve the hatred. I know who you really are on the inside."

"No. I only let you see what I wanted."

"You lie."

His lips quirked to the side.

"Have a good evening," she said.

"There is a hard road laid out before you inside these palace walls."

Remy surveyed the high ceiling and cavernous lobby crammed with onlookers. She kept a dignified stance and made sure nothing could be interpreted as improper by anyone watching their interaction. He lowered his voice.

"Becoming queen will not protect you from even more jealousy. I want you to know that I will do what I can to lessen the burden on you from my intended. If I had my way, I would remain a bachelor until I could find someone to match your sweetness…but…you already know what life is like for traditional people in our caste system."

Yani took a step closer to him.

"You tried to kill my man. Why would I believe that you would try to protect me from scheming bitches?"

"Because I fell in love with you, Yani. Killing N'Jadaka was my birthright...in order to become king. You can stay angry with me for the rest of your life, but I would do it all over again if I had the chance to win the kingdom for myself and my bloodline. I would make you my wife…put my future children inside of you."

Yani gasped at the audacity. She was grateful Ilana and Zola were too far away to hear his treacherous words.

"You've known it all along…my feelings for you. For a moment in time I had you to myself. Our king treated you shabbily, or have you forgotten the nights you vented openly to me? What about the times I soothed your pitiful crying at night because he wouldn't choose you over another? I sat there in your home and told you how wonderful you were until you stopped weeping at your kitchen table. Married to someone else or not, you will always be special to me. I couldn't claim you for myself in defeat, but I never stopped loving you. King N'Jadaka doesn't deserve you at all. I hope he spends the rest of his life making up for all the hurt and pain he gave you."

She turned away and he blocked her path.

"I promise what I said, Yani. Ime's hate will never taint your name again."

Yani jammed her hand in her dress pocket and pulled out the gift box sheathed there.

"A gift from me," Yani said. "For you and Lady Ime. Tell her the new queen is pleased to hear the good news."

Remy smiled and took the box from her hand. Yani spun on her heels and marched away with her shoulders thrown back. Ilana and Zola snickered under their breath and matched her pace out of the West Palace halls.

N'Jadaka's flight path in the Royal Talon Fighter remained unseen and unchecked as it headed to Camp David. The Kingsguard were sent ahead with an automobile convoy as a decoy. It entered the secluded and heavily guarded presidential retreat before the Talon Fighter glided overhead. Using the spectral camouflage tech to keep the aircraft invisible, Ayo stayed with the king's transport while Okoye joined him walking inside the rustic meeting room where President Matthew Ellis nervously stood just inside the entryway.

"Welcome King N'Jadaka," Ellis said.

He held out his hand toward N'Jadaka and it was received with a firm shake. Ellis looked comfortable in a fawnskin brown sweater and gray dress slacks. His pewter tie was clipped with a small American flag. A serving attendant offered N'Jadaka a glass of aged bourbon. He accepted and drank with Ellis. They strolled through the lodge setting of the room and took a quick gander at the property from a large window.

"I am thankful that you didn't blow me off again. You're a hard man to see," Ellis said.

N'Jadaka took in the view of a lush lawn and a heavily wooded area in the distance.

"I'm busy and I don't want to waste time. What do you want?"

Ellis chuckled and his eyes darted beyond N'Jadaka's face. The king turned slightly to his right and another man walked into the room with them. N'Jadaka kept his expression even as the new guest approached them with confident strides.

"Tony Stark," N'Jadaka said.

Tony broke out into a dazzling smile, his tinted glasses framing an older face with tired eyes.

"King Erik N'Jadaka Udaku-Stevens," Tony said.

The bourbon gave N'Jadaka some humor and he offered a hand willingly to Tony. Their handshake told a million silent stories of their time together back in California.

"Look at you…just look at you. I always knew there was something special about you. All this time…dammit…all this time," Tony enthused.

Tony accepted a glass of liquor from the server. All three men stood and drank.

"Genetlemen, sit…please," Ellis said, waving a hand toward a forest green sectional couch.

N'Jadaka took the L part of the couch and faced both men with his back toward the entrance. He had a good view of the windows and his security team watched him from above and below.

"Well…let me be direct with you King N'Jadaka. I brought Tony here to clear the air about your past connection. The press and my cabinet are up my ass wanting to know if you two are in cahoots. Did you at any time sell out the American people over weapons and take-overs of other countries?" Ellis blurted.

Tony folded his arms.

"Matt, you have known me for years. My goal has been to protect this planet once I came out as Iron Man to the public. Working with the Avengers and helping our nation heal from the loss of life has been my only conduct to date. I have a family now…I'm not about to create a legacy for my daughter that would shame her, or my wife," Tony said with earnest passion. "I have dedicated my life to ensuring peace. My industrialist past is just that…the past. Erik…King N'Jadaka, was my former intern and he worked in development for Stark Enterprises. He left me after two years to attend M.I.T. I tried to recruit him back several times over the years. Hell, I even tried to convince him to quit the Navy. I didn't know about his royal connections at all. To me, he was only a brilliant mind that I sought to cultivate for capitalist gain in new tech. The last time I saw him in person, he rescied me from a dessert kidnapping in Gulmira."

Tony glanced at N'Jadaka.

"You wear royalty well, Erik," Tony said.

N'Jadaka glared at Ellis.

"Why does the C.I.A. feel the need to out me to the public now? Is it to antagonize me or put a another target on my back?" N'Jadaka asked.

"They want a muzzle on you. As much praise that has been heaped on Wakanda through the Avengers and Princess Yani's book tour, we still don't trust you as a nation. You won't share vibranium. You take cheap shots at nations that should be your allies, and you are so goddamn secretive. Look at it from our side. We can know what a Russian spy ate for breakfast through his taking a dump thousands of miles away, and yet I can't even see what an ordinary street in Wakanda looks like. The optics are bad for you. America has been the most powerful nation since World War 2 and now we face a crisis of mistrust that is worse than the red scare of the McCarthy era. We don't have the complete confidence of the American people to call ourselves a world leader anymore. I don't like that."

"It's not my problem," N'Jadaka said.

"It's a global problem, Erik," Tony added. "Other nations are scared of you. Fear leads to complicated relations. That often turns into war."

N'Jadaka shrugged and folded his hands together watching both men squirm with discomfort. He chose his words carefully.

"The way I see it, mainly Western nations are scared. Why? Because they can't throw their weight around anymore. Wakanda is the alternative to Western Imperialism."

"Others can accuse Wakanda of ushering in a new African imperialism," Ellis barked out.

"Where?" N'Jadaka said.

The challenge went unanswered. N'Jadaka chugged down the bourbon and slammed the glass down on the end table next to the sectional.

"Have I started any wars? No. I only help those that are already war-torn…but not from my hand. The difference is, I don't entrench my politics or the need to siphon out valuable resources at the expense of the people I say I'm helping. I bring the progress America always claims it does and the world can witness it. Wakanda has begun helping people right where they are without becoming leeches or indoctrinating them to our way of life as neocolonialists. We've single-handedly staunched the flow of refugees in areas that have suffered for generations because of American interference. How long does Africa have to wait to become the giant I know she can be without being slandered from you Ellis? The U.S. thrives on chaos around the world. That's how you make your money…capitalizing on human suffering to line your pockets. Wakanda doesn't need trade, war, or influence with anyone. We are sovereign, free, and powerful without your entanglement. You despise us for that"

"You are young and naïve, N'Jadaka. How long have you been a ruler? Less than two years? You will need friends outside of your selfish bubble."

"But look at all I've accomplished in that time without friends."

N'Jadaka tilted his head. His kimoyo beads lit up a bright yellow. Okoye's avatar floated above his wrist. Posted outside the front entrance, her expression was cool and collected.

"There is another guest arriving," Okoye said.

Ellis's Secret Service agent stepped into the room seconds later and approached the president with C.I.A. Agent Everett Ross.

"Agent Ross, take a seat," Ellis said, waving toward a side chair.

Ross plopped down and his lips became a thin line of tension. N'Jadaka fixed his gaze on him.

"Had to use Ellis to get to me, huh?" N'Jadaka said.

"I was under the impression that I had a special relationship with the monarchy. Being snubbed all the time begins to feel like that connection has changed your highness."

N'Jadaka stood up and towered over Ross.

"Relationships change to fit my needs. What can you provide me that I can't get on my own?"

Ross glanced at Ellis and Tony, but both men kept their eyes locked on N'Jadaka.

"You came to my family with tall tales about me. Painted me as a villain to my own blood. But now that they embrace me, you want to pretend I would favor you with my presence? Fuck you and fuck this country."

Ross jumped to his feet and faced N'Jadaka with balled fists.

"T'Challa wanted us to work together as allied nations," Ross pleaded.

"T'Challa is no longer the king and no longer in the world," N'Jadaka said with heavy breath.

Ellis stood and placed himself next to Ross.

"We want to develop close ties with Wakanda. Your American heritage…your military service …we should work together. There are problems and global enemies we can challenge together," Ellis said.

"We can take care of enemies on our own."

"Erik…you need allies," Tony said.

N'Jadaka held out his arms.

"What is the point of all this? What am I supposed to gain from coming here besides the usual bullshit talk?"

"I want an open channel of communication. I would like for us to foster trust amongst our nations," Ellis said.

"You can do that by minding your business and staying out of mine."

"You come off hostile, King N'Jadaka," Ross said. "The public attitude and posturing make us uncomfortable, and that leads to more problems for my boss and the president. Your lovely fiancé has started the ball rolling in a direction that is beneficial to you. We all watched her GMA appearance. She is one sharp woman. Please meet us halfway by talking with us. Your power and influence all across Africa can benefit other nations…outside the continent."

Ross stared at him with softened eyes. Tony moved closer to them.

"Erik, back when you worked for me, you were a straight arrow that played fair. You always listened to people and gave them chances to prove their worth. If all the government wants is to meet occasionally to calm down the pitchforks, then do it. Yeah it's bullshit and a game to some, but if it keeps these jokers off your ass, it's a pittance to pay in the long run," Tony urged.

"We can set up an American friendship tour after your wedding. The First Lady is dying to meet Princess Yani. Give me a chance to show you that the Ellis administration wants to support you and get to know your people." Ellis said.

N'Jadaka turned away from all three men and looked out of the window. The odor of food drifted into the room. All he wanted to do was leave. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and concentrated on Yani's face. She would've encouraged him to turn it down a notch and play these fools. He squared his shoulders and turned back around.

"I smell food, so I assume we'll break bread?" N'Jadaka said.

Ellis smiled and his face relaxed.

"Good food, imported wine, and honest conversation," Ellis said.

"Sounds good to me," Tony said slapping his hands together.

Ross nodded eagerly. N'Jadaka broke away from them and walked toward the scent off savory meat and vegetables.

A quaint dining room with bright lighting displayed a table setting for four. N'Jadaka took his seat next to Tony and they fed themselves smoked turkey breast with gravy, roasted veggies, and cornbread stuffing. It was a simple meal that stuck to the ribs, and the other men made small talk that seemed geared to relax the king. Tony kept Ellis and Ross in good cheer, beguiling them with stories about a young Erik Stevens.

N'Jadaka laughed a few times and allowed the dinner to pacify the president. He thought of Yani again and how impressed they were about her. She had had been right about him meeting Ellis. The president was desperate to get on his good side. Sipping on white wine, N'Jadaka asked about Niganda and Mohannda leadership bad-mouthing him. Ellis chuckled and drank heavily, his blood-shot eyes giving N'Jadaka more insight into the man's lack of interest in powerless African presidents.

"They lobby weekly to bring up your transgressions. They want East Africa to be the nexus of African influence, but you stand in their way. I predict that once they see we have settled our differences, there will be fewer calls to oust you."

"Hmm, priming you to back a coup d'etat with a people who fought aliens," N'Jadaka grumbled.

"They are small potatoes…a mere blip on the world's radar…"

Ellis dismissed them without mentioning Niganda and Mohannda's mineral worth to the west. N'Jadaka listened to the framing of Wakanda as the go-to nation from there on. Keeping his demeanor open and friendly went far. He fought the urge to stab Ross. The agent studied N'Jadaka's every utterance like he was searching for a way to win him over. Imagining Yani's hand rubbing his scalp kept him in check. The time would come when he would punish the agent for double crossing the Udaku family's trust.

"You spoke of fostering trust earlier," N'Jadaka said. He lit up a cigar at the table and blew a cloud of acrid smoke toward the president. "I have some court cases my American lawyers are fighting on behalf of several tribal nations and some Black areas where we have given financial support for protected groups. One has reached the Supreme Court. If I can't help my own lineage at home because racists don't like them receiving support to thrive, how will that make me feel friendly during this proposed Friendship Tour?"

"The Supreme Court case I can't touch, but I can make some calls and address the states that are suing you," Ellis said.

"Publicly?"

"I can put out a statement right before the Supreme Court hearing and I will comment on it at my next press conference."

Dessert was brought out by a pastry chef, a plain cheesecake with a chocolate whipped cream topping. Tony shared pictures of Pepper and his only child on a smarphone. By the time coffee was served to them to end the meal, N'Jadaka knew he had won the president over. He agreed to a friendship tour and a small delegate tour for Ellis's and his V.P. back in Wakanda. It would coincide with the opening of a new international Embassy in Birnin Zana. He wiped his lips and brushed cheesecake crumbs from his fingers.

"I thank you for the meal President Ellis," N'Jadaka said.

"Next time you come to the states, you must stay with me and Pepper. Bring your entire family. From the sound of it, your kids sound like mini-geniuses. I'd like for you to see Morgan in person. Pepper says she looks like me," Tony said.

"A female Tony Stark?"

"Well, you have two female Erik Stevens clones by the way you brag on your girls."

"I will tell Yani about your open invitation."

Okoye entered the dining area and shadowed N'Jadaka as he stood from his seat. He shook Tony's hand, ignored Ross and bid the American president a pleasant farewell. He climbed into the car convoy with his guards and rode out of Camp David feeling pleased with the outcome of his visit. On the flight home, he slept and dreamed of his honeymoon.

"Kumkani, we have arrived at the cove. Your houseboat is ready for inspection," Ayo said.

N'Jadaka shook off a deep sleep and shuffled over to the Talon Fighter's restroom and cleaned himself up. He changed into fresh clothing and boarded the royal houseboat by noon. All of Yani's favorite foods and liquor were stocked and the dazzling water had him hyped to start his marriage vacation. He planned on sailing up and down the secluded parts of Wakanda that led to the Jabari mountain waterways. There were parts of the nation he still hadn't explored and he wanted to see it with his wife.

"Outstanding," he told Ayo. She looked pleased

"Ayo, I'd like to have Aneka join the security team for my honeymoon. Would you ask her to consider the scheduled time?"

Ayo grinned.

"Yes, I will ask her."

"Thank you. I know you handle to the schedule rotations for Okoye now. Yani has taken a liking to her for our outside travel."

N'Jadaka looked around the large boat that was practically the size of a luxury yacht and gave non-verbal approval to the pristine shine. The flight to the palace gave him an enjoyable trip across the beautiful physical geography and he grew excited even more taking in the vision of the double place gleaming in the sun.

The Talon Fighter floated down with ease onto the Talon port. He walked off the aircraft and caught a glimpse of his family waiting for him in front of the palace double doors. Umama stood next to Yani and their three children. They were all dressed up in pastel colors that fit the mood of the weather. It had rained in Birnin Zana, the Talon Port was still wet with raindrops, and the children wore scarves over their heads to protect them from any sudden showers.

"Umama," he said.

He hugged his grandmother and she held her face against his cheek for a long time.

"I am grateful to have you back with us. Did your meeting go well?" Umama asked.

"Not bad actually. I listened to Yani."

Yani blessed him with a smile and he pulled her in tight, rocking her in his arms. Umama tapped N'Jadaka's shoulder and he pulled away from Yani. The reminder to have some decorum outside the palace stayed ingrained with his grandmother. He reached down and lifted Joba.

"Grandma Theresa told me you've been showing her all around the palace. Are you happy having her and Grampy Mark here?"

"Yes. I'm going to help them pick out a house by the river too," Joba said.

Twyla and Yani's Ladies-in-Waiting stepped out from the palace. Yani kissed his cheek.

"I'll catch up with you in a little bit. We're heading off to check on the final pieces for the gift bags. Can we meet in the Sun Room for lunch?" Yani said.

"Cool. Hurry back," he said.

He snuck another touchy-feely hug with Yani. Twyla tapped him on the forehead playfully and Ilana nodded to him with Zola doing the same. They walked toward the long stairs that led to a carport where they would be chauffeured into the middle of the city.

Riki tugged on N'Jadaka's shirt.

"Hey lil man."

He rubbed Riki's puffy hair.

"Mama won't let us go to the S'Yan Country Fair tomorrow," Riki grumbled.

"That's because we have the wedding rehearsal. Stop acting like a baby over it," Sydette snapped.

"I'm not acting like a baby. Why can't we do both things in one day?"

Sydette held up her left hand and counted off a list of activities.

"There's the Betrothal March closure breakfast, the wedding rehearsal, the final fitting of our clothes, our hair appointments with the stylists, and the Court of Nobles banquet. There's no time to go to a fair. Baba, he only wants to go because Pemmy Yengeni is performing there," Sydette said.

Riki ducked his shocked eyes from his sister in embarrassment. N'Jadaka smiled. His son had a crush on the popular young singer who recently returned to making new music after the Infinity War. Her hit single celebrating the resilience of the Wakandan soldiers who protected the people was a favorite of his son. Riki played it over and over in his room and danced to it with his school friends. Pemmy's holo vid images decorated Riki's bedroom walls. N'Jadaka suspected his son loved how the free-spirited woman looked just as much as he loved her music. Anywhere she made a public appearance, the prince recorded the performance and played the images on loop.

N'Jadaka put Joba back on her feet and he held Riki's hand. They all walked toward the palace doors.

"Sydette is right, Riki. We have a lot to do together as a family. There will be other chances to see Pemmy," he said.

Riki's shoulders drooped and he lowered his head. The gait in his walk slowed up their pace through the first floor.

"You and Mama have said that all year and I haven't seen her once. I need a break. This wedding is stressing me out," Riki lamented.

"Stressing you out how?" Umama asked, stopping everyone from moving.

Riki looked up at Umama.

"Everything is about Mama and Baba getting married. They're already married to me. I don't know why we have to do all this other extra stuff. Everything is under strict schedules and we can't just…hang out and do what we want."

Umama held Riki's chin and peered down into his eyes. Her voice was kind, but firm.

"Being the prince of the Udaku clan is a very important responsibility, do you not understand this?" she asked.

"I understand that Umama, but I'm still a little kid. Can I have fun too?"

"You always have fun. You're a privileged little one, and part of that privilege entails following important traditions when it comes to marriage and uniting bloodlines. As you grow older, your responsibilities to the royal family will grow, and that means you cannot always do things on a whim when you feel like it. Complaining to your father was very disrespectful. He and your mother love each other very much and want the nation to share in that love with our celebration activities. Your parents cater to you and your sisters every single day, and you cannot give them a few days for themselves? Have we raised a selfish prince in the palace?"

Umama's tone shamed Riki. The boy lowered his head and his lip quivered.

"I'm sorry, Baba. I didn't mean to disrespect you or Mama," Riki said.

Umama folded her hands across her midsection. The rings all over her fingers sparkled, matching the glimmering jewels made to look like elaborate spirals adorning her fresh fade haircut. Her sharp cheekbones were bronzed to match the color of her dress.

"I think you and your sisters should take a walk in the Grand Family Room and contemplate the importance of your parent's special day," Umama said.

Sydette's lips twisted up.

"But Umama? Why do we have to be punished too? He's the one complaining, not us. "

"Punishment? You consider looking upon the paintings of your antecedents punishment?"

"What are we contemplating then?" Sydette asked.

Umama snapped her fingers at Quamba, the children's Dora.

"Go to the Grand Family Room. Look upon the faces hanging all over the walls, and come back to my suite in one hour. You will all tell me what you have learned," Umama commanded.

Sydette shook her arms in disappointment.

"All your fault," she snapped at her brother.

Joba followed along without speaking on the matter. She held Riki's hand and pulled him to follow Quamba and Sydette to the fifth floor of the East Palace.

"Are they not having a good time at all with the excitement? All their cousins are here." N'Jadaka said.

"I think they are. But it has cut off their outside activities a lot, especially all the traveling with Yani. Riki missed his friends gathering at the ukudlala ngomlenze semi-finals. A few of his classmates are going to the fair to see the talented Pemmy and that loud, raucous band of hers. She performs during the same time as the wedding rehearsal."

N'Jadaka contemplated his son's predicament.

"You think maybe we can bend the rules and let him go see his favorite singer? Yani and I won't be offended if he skips part of the day tomorrow."

"I would be offended, and so would your ancestors watching us all right now. Besides…" Umama glanced over her shoulder to make sure the children were gone. She leaned in toward N'Jadaka with a twinkle in her eye. "I invited Pemmy Yengeni and her entire band to perform after the dinner banquet for the nobles. I remember what it was like to miss out on things as a young child, too. I want him to know that family duty comes first, no matter what is happening outside these palace walls. This is your time with Yani and he must be there for his parents."

Umama slipped her arm around N'Jadaka's and they walked further in, stopping to gaze at the atrium waterfall. He felt at peace being where he belonged. Okoye eased next them.

"Kumkani, your belongings from the Royal Talon Fighter have been sent up to your home. Will you be heading up soon, or would you like to do something else? Ayo has your ground transport ready for any personal errands."

N'Jadaka checked his kimoyo beads. Mpilo's signature kept flashing a pale orange color. He read two messages.

"I'm going to head to my office for right now. Umama, I'll take my leave."

Umama stroked his cheek.

"Grandson, you are to relax and focus on your family for the next thirty five days. No work for you right now. Go rest in your home. Ramonda and the Council of Elders will take care of public duties," Umama said.

"It's not work, Umama. I want to check on something real quick, and then I'll get ready for lunch with Yani."

He kissed her forehead and hurried away to an elevator. Making his way into the West Palace he ignored attempts by palace well-wishers to stop him from getting to his office quickly. The office staff greeted him kindly as he whirled in, his fancy casual clothing brought out grins. They were unaccustomed to seeing him without his flashy royal attire. Mpilo rushed over to him. Tlotliso joined them.

"I am so sorry, kumkani. But they insisted on seeing you today," Mpilo said.

"No worries, finish up your work."

He walked with Tlotliso toward the rooms in the back.

"Fix us some tea. No snacks. I'll make this quick. Stay in the room with us when you bring the tray."

"Yes, kumkani."

N'Jadaka and Tlotliso separated in opposite directions once they reached a wide hallway. He opened the heavy door to his office.

"Inkokeli Ramatla," N'Jadaka said.

Remy turned his head at the sound of N'Jadaka entering. He sat in a chair facing the king's desk. He rose, crossed his right hand over his heart and lowered his head.

"Kumkani…apologies for this unscheduled meeting before your nuptials," Remy said.

"What brings you here?"

N'Jadaka took his own seat and gave Remy a questioning stare.

Remy pulled a powder blue box from his work pouch and slid it across the table.

"A gift?" N'Jadaka said.

"Not from me. Princess Yani gave this for my fiancé and I."

"You are returning it. Why?"

Remy tugged on his collar and repositioned himself in the chair.

"Speak man. I have things to do," N'Jadaka urged.

"Open it," Remy said.

N'Jadaka slid the silver clasp open and pulled open the box. Tlotliso stepped into the office carrying a tray with Jabari Mountain coffee, sugar lumps, and two small coffee cups. She placed the tray down and poured both men a coffee, plopping a sugar lump the size of dimes in each cup. N'Jadaka waved his hand to the side and she moved behind Remy to wait on them.

"Betrothal earrings," N'Jadaka said.

"I am engaged to Lady Ime of the Mining Tribe."

"Congrats. Do you not like what Princess Yani chose for you two as a gift?"

Tlotliso leaned forward and N'Jadaka tilted the box for her to inspect the earrings. Her eyes grew big and she glanced at the king with concern on her face. Remy grinned.

"I see you do not understand the significance of the design. Perhaps Princess Yani made a harmless mistake in choosing this for us. A simple misunderstanding," Remy said.

"What am I not understanding? I'm sure she took a lot of care in choosing something meaningful for you and Lady Ime as a token of our respect."

"Kumkani…"

Tlotliso's voice sounded strained. N'Jadaka stood up abruptly.

"I must go join Princess Yani for our afternoon meal. Should I take these back to her? The jeweler who made these is one of her favorites. They created the wedding bands we'll exchange in two days. She'll be very disappointed to know you didn't appreciate her gift. She is quite fond of Lady Ime. We look forward to seeing you all for the Court of Nobles banquet in our honor tomorrow night."

Remy's full lips smashed together as if he wanted to say more. He reached for the gift box and took it from N'Jadaka's hand.

"In that case, Lady Ime and I shall wear these to the banquet to show Princess Yani our gratitude,"

Remy stood and held his hands up in the sign of respect for the king.

"I shall take my leave, King N'Jadaka. Enjoy your afternoon meal with Princess Yani. Give her our regards."

Remy exited on swift legs.

"What the fuck was that about?"

Tlotliso moved closer to the desk.

"Those earrings had a design on them that was targeted to humiliate them, King N'Jadaka."

"Humiliate them how? Them shits are expensive and we don't give out gives like that to just anybody."

"The vines covering the hoops is a sign of displeasure toward the wearer. Princess Yani is telling them that they are beneath her."

N'Jadaka laughed out loud and clutched his stomach.

"No wonder that nigga was trippin'. Because I didn't know what it was he had to accept it as an unintentional mix up on Yani's end."

"The nobles are very particular about gifts they receive. They will wear them, but it will not be a good look once the other nobles see it."

"Well…they pissed Yani off some kinda way. Normally she avoids mess, but if she's firing shots, they had it coming. You look hella uncomfortable. Should I have kept them?"

"Inkokeli Ramatla was in an awkward position. He will accept that you are both unfamiliar with the meaning of the vine. I am not sure if Lady Ime will be kind enough to leave it be. The Gcaleka clan offend easily, and Lady Ime is a distant relative of Elder Zinzi of the Zawavari clan."

"So you're telling me shit is about to pop off at the Court of Nobles banquet?"

"Not necessarily. I think Inkokeli Ramatla will smooth things over. No one wants to offend Princess Yani if she truly meant no harm in the gift."

"But if she did mean it?"

"A lot of people will become uncomfortable…maybe even afraid of Princess Yani. She would be putting the entire court on notice."

N'Jadaka picked up a cup of coffee and handed it to Tlotliso. She accepted it graciously and he lifted the other cup to his lips. They drank together silently for a moment. Tlotliso gathered they empty cups and tray afterward leaving him alone. He tapped his kimoyo to track the movement of Yani and her entourage. They were still moving through the city.

"What are you up to Yani?" he asked to himself.

Glancing around his office one last time, he left the room and headed for his grandmother's suite. He needed a quick lesson on vines and the honest opinion from a relative who endured jealousy from a bombastic court of envious upper class Wakandans. There was no better teacher than Umama.

Riding an elevator in the East Palace, he wondered why Yani would give Remy and Ime a gift so close to their wedding day.

Chapter 3 HERE.

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