
Don't be ashamed
Zara sits awkwardly on the bed.
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"Please don't be ashamed, of your scars my love." T'Challa places his hand on Zara's.
"That's too much to ask my King." Zara shakes her head.
"I know my love." T'Challa nods.
"What do you have to be ashamed of?" Zara snaps.
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T'Challa raises his eyebrows.
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"T'Challa! Oh my-! I'm so sorry!" Zara covers her face with her hands.
"Perhaps we should go back to sleep." T'Challa suggests.
"Because it's obvious that I'm such a-" Zara tries putting herself down.
"Zara." T'Challa says sternly.
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Zara puts her hands in her lap. She sheepishly looks up at T'Challa.
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"Do not do that. The one thing I require from you." T'Challa shakes his head. "Do not attack yourself."
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Zara sighs.
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"You should come home. You're cranky from being homesick." T'Challa kisses Zara's cheek.
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Zara smiles.
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"Lie down with me my Queen. You should rest." T'Challa pulls Zara over to him.
"I don't deserve you my King." Zara whispers as she lies down.
"You're stronger, and more stubborn-" T'Challa kisses Zara's cheek.
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Zara giggles.
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"Person than I could ever be." T'Challa lies down behind Zara.
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Zara reaches behind her, she grabs T'Challa's hand, and she puts his arm around her waist.
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"You are my better half, my soulmate, and you deserve all of the love I can provide you." T'Challa whispers in Zara's ear.
"Please stop being perfect." Zara giggles slightly.
"I love you." T'Challa holds Zara tightly.
"I love you too." Zara sleepily mumbles.