Say My Name

Say My Name - Part 6

Your heart thundered in your chest as your attendants slipped you in to an extravagant, gold gown. Despite everyone's efforts to relax you, you still found yourself nervous. It was your wedding day after all. Who wouldn't be nervous?

Erik had arranged for an entire spa experience for you, summoning the best of Wakanda to your chambers.

It was almost as if he knew you'd say yes.

After a medical exam, a massage, hair and makeup, you were ready. You felt like an entirely different person than you were that morning, dejected and dirty in the corner of your cell. That wasn't you. You felt rejuvenated, and your spirit strengthened.

Your stylist spun you around to face the gilded mirror. You looked yourself up and down. A coy smirk spread across your face.

Yeah. There she was.

You finally recognized yourself. The head bitch in charge was back, and ready for this moment.

Two maids strapped your heels to your ankles, and you were set. You thanked each team member individually before taking a deep breath and stepping in to the throne room.

Music filled the expansive hall. The ceiling twinkled with lights and lanterns, and hibiscus flower petals acted as your aisle. The Dora Milaje stood at attention around the perimeter. Many of them smiled warmly at you, recognizing you from your times together in grade school. Others were understandably cold.

Erik stood, draped in Black robes with a stunning golden necklace encircling his neck. His dreads were carefully braided back. His eyes were warm and inviting. You started your march towards him until something caught your eye.

You hesitated for a moment, having noticed the jailer standing to the side of the room. You took a few steps backwards and stumbled over the train of your dress. You were scared and angry that he still scared you. You were supposed to be the one in power now, but merely hours before he held your life in his hands and a whip across your back.

You looked frantically to Erik, eyes wide with fear. He recognized the panic setting in. Erik strode over to you with long confident steps and pulled your face to his.

"Mm mm," he shook his head. He spoke low and deliberately "Only look at me. They are only here at witnesses. It's a formality. This is just you and me, girl."

You nodded, keeping your eyes trained on him. Erik hooked his arm into yours and the two of you walked down the aisle together.

The ceremony was fast and to the point. He gave the standard vows, promising to love, cherish, and care for you. He also promised you a larger, more lavish and highly publicized wedding later. He just wanted to be able to call you his queen as quickly as possible.

All of your cares instantly melted away when he pressed his lips to yours for the first time in over a year. Though only one kiss was needed to seal the contract of your marriage, you pulled his lips back to yours again and again and again, never wanting the moment to end. You felt him smile against your lips and laugh after the sixth or so kiss. He laced his fingers in to yours and addressed the room.

"My first wedding gift to you as your husband," he began, taking a step back. "Is him."

Erik pointed at the jailer. The man shuffled slightly from side to side, attempting to hide his very visible terror. You squeezed Erik's hand in discomfort. He squeezed it back harder in silent acknowledgement and reassurance.

"He is yours to do with whatever you wish."

You cocked your head slightly. Your mind raced with all of the things you could do to this man.