"You're looking sexy this morning." T'Challa commented to his wife. Queen Nefretti stood in front of him eating her third slice of cake in her underwear. Behind her was the window with a great view of the city, Vienna. The lovers were in a hotel room in the capital of Austria. T'CHalla had decided to treat his queen to a celebratory vacation since she was now six weeks pregnant with his heir. Regardless of wether he will have a son or daughter, that baby will be next in line in the Wakandan throne T'Challa stated in Wakanda not too long ago. Icing fell onto her bra as she winked at her husband making her look sexy as hell in his eyes. She climbed into bed with him. Nefretti was on top straddling her husband who was naked under the sheets. He tried to kiss her but was stopped by icing being placed on the tip of his nose.
"Not now darling. I'm eating cake."
"You're putting cake first then sex?"
"We've been having sex every five minutes darling, it seems like you want this baby to have a twin. Let me eat in peace." She retorted getting out of the bed. T'Challa grabbed her hand and stopped her from getting out. She squealed as he flipped her over. He was now on top holding both wrists above her head. Her cake was now floor for the ants on the floor. "My cake." Nefretti pouted.
"I don't like being teased." He whispered dangerously close to her lips.
"Wel-wha-what are you go-gonna do about it?" Nefretti swallowed a lump in her throat.
T'Challa smirked and grabbed a necktie beside her. "This"
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"Two more steps up my love."
"T'Challa I'm going crazy. Get this blindfold off of me!" Nefretti whined. It was almost an hour since T'Challa blindfolded his wife. But her Nefretti it felt like eternity. It was pure torture for the queen of Wakanda to not know where she is and what she's wearing (yes, T'Challa dressed her as she cannot see a thing). She can only look down as see marble floors. "Can I take it off now?"
"One big step to the right darling."
"T'Challa what the hell?!"
"I advise you not to say that outloud darling, we're on live T.V." Nefretti gasped.
"Take it off now!" T'Challa obeyed his wife's wishes and took the neck tie off. Nefretti blinked rapidly adjusting to the light. It was bright,too bright. The couple was on a stage behind a podium, there were newscasters everywhere and in front were rows of representatives of most of the countries in the world. This is a press conference! The surprised queen looked at her husband expecting some answered as to what the hell is going on? T'Challa only gave a knowing smile and looked up. Nefretti's eyes followed him and gasped at the huge logo on top of the. It was the United Nations logo. T'Challa started speaking "My name is King T'Challa, son of king T'Chakka. But a king isn't a king without his queen. This is my wife Queen Nefretti-" He gave a toothy smiled at his blushing pregnant wife. "-She's the light of my world and without her, I am nothing. She has a dream and that dream is helping the world become a better place. I realised that I must help the people, not just people of Wakanda but the people of the world." Nefretti placed her hand on her slightly swollen belly. She knew what he was gonna die now and she will forever be grateful to him. "For the first time of our history, we will be sharing our knowledge and resources with the outside world. Wakanda will no longer watch from the shadows. We cannot, we must not. We will work as examples that we're all brothers and sisters of this earth. The wise build bridges, the fools build barriers. We must find a way to look out for one another." Nefretti along with her husband smiled to the crows...a crowd who started to snicker at what he just said.
"With all your respect King T'Challa. What can a third world country offer the world?" One of the representatives asked.
The king and queen smiled and hold hands. They opened their mouths to answer.