"My King." I bowed low teasingly, as T'Challa walked towards me.
He laughed, and gently placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Get up, Daya. You bow to no one."
I stood, and he pulled me close. He brought our heads together, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.
"I love you." I whispered.
"And I love you."
He stepped back, seeming nervous.
My heart stopped as he bent down onto one knee.
"Daya, my love, my everything. Will you be my Queen?" He asked.
I could see Okoye in my peripheral vision.
"Yes, yes!" I knelt down to T'Challa's level. "I would be honored."
He smiled as he brought his lips to mine.
"Congratulations my King." Okoye smiled as we stood. "Your coronation awaits."
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