Nerves - T/R
Nerves
You had been tossing and turning in the bed all night. The silky sheets were tangled up around your legs and the pillows strewn across the top of the bed. No matter how hard you tried sleep was still evading you. Every time you closed your eyes your mind wandered to tomorrow and every single thing that could possibly go wrong.
Eventually it became too much for you, the nerves twisting your insides into uncomfortable knots that you could no longer bear. You sighed heavily and pushed the thin covers off your slightly sweaty form. Deciding that there was only one course of action, you swung your legs over the side of the mattress and pulled your robe on over your pyjamas before ducking out of your room.
Luckily the hallway was deserted, so you managed to sneak down the corridors unnoticed until you reached your destination.
Your heart started to race as you raised your first to knock on the dark wood door but you steeled your nerves and tapped your knuckles against it. The sound echoed ominously, reverberating off the polished tile floor.
You folded your arms over your chest and bounced nervously from foot to foot as you waited for a response. Eventually rustling could be heard behind the door and it continued to grow louder before footsteps joined the sounds echoing in the hall.
The door swung open revealing a drowsy looking T’Challa. Just seeing him made your heart skip in your chest and the sleepy smile he gave you instantaneously melted the nerves that had been plaguing you all night.
“Is everything alright, my love?” he asked quietly, voice still ragged from the sleep you’d evidently interrupted.
“Everything’s fine” you murmured, cheeks burning slightly as you looked down at your slipper-clad feet. You couldn’t help but feel a little ridiculous. You knew this was coming. It had been in the works for nearly a year but you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
“You’re lying, dear” he teased, leaning casually against the door frame. “You’re nervous”
“Is it that obvious?” you chuckled nervously, pulling on the sleeves of your robe. “I can’t sleep. Apparently not a huge fan of the whole ‘spend the night apart before the wedding’ concept” you murmured, cheeks darkening.
“I feel that I need to point out that it was your idea in the first place” T’Challa murmured and you rolled your eyes, punching him playfully in the arm.
“Shut up. I miss you and I’m terrified about tomorrow” you muttered, twisting your engagement ring around your finger, an anxious habit you had developed ever since he’d given it to you.
A tender smile formed on T’Challa’s lips. He knew this would happen. When he looked at you he could see the fearless, strong and compassionate queen he knew you would be, but no matter how many times he told you this you still weren’t certain.
“Come inside” the king murmured, reaching out to grab your hand. You let him, but resisted when he tried to pull you into his bedroom.
“I’m serious, T’Challa. What if I fall over? Or rip my dress? Or just generally make a huge fool of myself and embarrass you and your family?” you blurted out, tears beginning to fill you eyes. He sighed gently and tugged harder on your arm, his finger brushing across the vibranium and diamond ring on you ring finger. You relented and followed him into the dark bedroom.
In a matter of moments he had you wrapped up in his arms under the covers, your head tucked under his chin as his hands roamed gently up and down your back.
“You’re not going to fall over, or rip your dress or embarrass anyone. Everything will go smoothly and you will officially become my Queen” T’Challa reassured you, the steady beat of his heart next to your ear pulling you closer to sleep than you’d been all night.
“Are you sure you’ve picked the right girl? I’m not of noble blood. I don’t deserve to marry you” you whispered sorrowfully.
“It is I that doesn’t deserve you” your fiance replied without hesitation and you snuggled deeper into his arms, tears prickling your eyes. “Now I don’t want to hear anymore of this” his soft hand moved from your back to your chin and he tilted your face up to his. The only light in the room was the silverly moonlight pouring in from the floor to ceiling windows, but you could see T’Challa’s face clearly. His dark brown eyes held nothing but love and the tightness in your chest eased. “You are the perfect wife for me and I will love you to the end of my days” he murmured, eyes never leaving your face. “and if everything goes wrong tomorrow it will not matter to me as long as you still marry me”
“Not even a hurricane could stop me from marrying you tomorrow” you whispered back and a grin broke on his face. You stretched up to press your lips to his in a tender kiss. T’Challa reluctantly pulled away, exhaustion tugging at the edges of his brain and leant back into his pillow.
“Now sleep, (Y/N)” were the last words you heard before you slipped into a deep and peaceful slumber.
The next morning, when neither yourself nor T’Challa arrived for breakfast, Okoye went searching for the missing pair. When she found their bedroom empty it didn’t take long to figure out where they were.
Quietly as a mouse she swung the heavy wooden door open and stumbled upon a rather adorable image. The two of your were wrapped up so tightly in each other she wasn’t sure whose limbs were whose and contented smiled graced your faces. Okoye considered waking you, but eventually she closed the door with a knowing smile on her lips, deciding that the future King and Queen of Wakanda could have a few more minutes sleep.