What did you dream?
T'Challa takes Zara back to their shared bedroom.
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Zara let's go of T'Challa's hand, she walks over to the bed, and she sits down with her head down.
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T'Challa walks over to Zara.
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Zara avoids T'Challa's eye.
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"Did you have a fight with the mirror?" T'Challa asks, lifting Zara's chin.
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Zara stares at T'Challa.
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"What is wrong my Queen?" T'Challa asks, searching Zara's face.
"Why did you have to pick me?" Zara asks.
"What did you dream, that's leaving you so insecure?" T'Challa asks.
"Don't ask a question, to avoid my question." Zara says annoyed.
"I did not pick you Zara. You are not an item, someone picks off of a shelf." T'Challa states.
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Zara pulls away.
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"I fell in love with you. That is why I married you." T'Challa steps closer to Zara.
"Poor choice wasn't it?" Zara asks.
"Zara, my love. What are you hiding?" T'Challa asks, leaning towards Zara.
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Zara turns her head away.
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The tears Zara has been, struggling with all night. Finally win the war, and Zara does everything to hide them.
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"Talk to me... Please Zara..." T'Challa begs, as he sits on the bed.
"I still hold guilt-" Zara chokes up.
"My love. Please don't think that." T'Challa reaches for Zara. "You were out here protecting Felicity, Averie, and Destiny. If you had been home-"
"You wouldn't have almost died! We wouldn't have, almost lost the kingdom! If I had been home-" Zara raises her voice.
"Zara." T'Challa says calmly.
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Zara sighs.
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"Look at me my love." T'Challa whispers.
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Zara bites her inner cheek, she turns her head towards T'Challa, and she looks him in the eyes.
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"We are together my love. I am alive, and so are you." T'Challa cups Zara's face. "Please do not let your heart remain heavy."
"I suppose it's un-" Zara pulls away to dry her face. "A Queen isn't meant to be, so emotional."
"Being against the book, against the norm, and against tradition is why I love you so much Zara." T'Challa smiles.
"Please stop being so perfect." Zara mumbles.
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T'Challa chuckles.