My King
"Hello again, my King." Talin smiles.
"You don't have to, refer to me as king." T'Challa shakes his head.
"It's only the proper thing to do." Talin teases.
T'Challa sighs.
"What?" Talin asks, with a smile.
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"If I asked you, to be my queen. Would you?" T'Challa asks.
"If someone asked you, if I was a good person. What would you say?" Talin asks.
"Yes." T'Challa smiles.
"Then you're obviously a fool." Talin says, as she walks away.
"Wait." T'Challa sighs.
Talin stops, but she keeps her back to T'Challa.
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"You're every bit, a good person in my eyes. You must ignore what others think." T'Challa says.
"Then I'll ignore you too." Talin responds.
"Fine. But I want you to accompany me, to meet Mr. Stark." T'Challa shakes his head.
"Tony Stark?" Talin asks, turning to T'Challa.
"The very same." T'Challa nods.
"I have a few words to say." Talin agrees.
T'Challa shakes his head, as he taps his index finger against his lips.
"Fine, I'll hold my tongue." Talin rolls her eyes.
"Thank you." T'Challa smiles.
Talin rolls her eyes, as she follows T'Challa.